crafting sweet everythings
from letters lost long ago
and i'm just sitting in this room
awaiting your return
but for now, you've left me
and i dont know when you'll be back
i'm turning and turning and falling down
and i cant really get up

losing all my nothings
caught in a pile of old papers
i'm drowning in this sea
of what we used to be
and i dont want to breathe right now.

12/30/2002

Author's Note: not really written to anyone, not really inspired by anything, i'm just bored and have some time to kill.

Posted on 12/30/2002
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