in the whirling of the snow
and the things hiding beneath the pale
you'll find me only crying there
only lying there
icy shards from my eyes
the blueness of your love leaving me alone
you are not grown up yet
you're a toddler with a dagger
so ready to catch me off guard
but I'm in hiding
lying there
crying there
beneath the pale of the snow
and some things
- like the why of it all -
I guess I'll never know

05/28/2002

Posted on 05/28/2002
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