If I could lie to you
I would be comforted
If I knew my path
And the goal I was to make
And if I could hear my
Inner child instead of beating it
Life could be so much more.

If I could stop thinking of you
The slow turn of your head
Your quick eyes
And your lectures on my anger management
I would be eternally greatful
But my eyes dance to a song
My voice is shrouded in noise
I can never see myself in you
And my world ends when you smile.

I wish the whore inside
Wouldn't yearn or cry
I wish my prayers were true
And that God had me in his thoughts
I know now that my wishing well
Is made of plastic
My fingers of clay
And my soul of burnt stars.

07/13/2002

Posted on 07/13/2002
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