searching for something
in skin texture
oh by the way
did i leave my heart at your place

i know now how something left outside
long enough will become weathered
withered
rough and unyielding
-just move me, if only something could move me

(i dont need to dance
i just want to be able to hear the music)
soft
and beautiful

i lied when i said i didnt need anyone
am still lying
cause i still dont
just searching for a surface to come up for air
if i turn around
will noone be there?
stop.
it doesn't matter anymore anyway
and in the morning
it will have all faded

i just hope that i haven't

04/27/2002

Posted on 04/27/2002
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