my eyes turn green at the thought of you.

everything wouldn't be so disoriented
so disturbed
if it weren't for this double vision
i just can't seem to be rid of

you're lost now you know.

you've slipped through my fingers
broke free from their needful hold
and you don't even realise,
you don't even know

but i do

and thats what makes it hurt worse
what makes everything harder to bear

yeah and i promised myself no more
sappy love poetry about you
but it's all i have left really.
all i have
and where once the mention of you
sent butterflies scurrying
now there are only empty coccoons
and remnants of butterflies who
decided they would rather fly away
than be left alone with me
missing you.

10/13/2002

Posted on 10/14/2002
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