she whispers in my ear
"don't get in over your head"
but it's almost as if she's taunting me
begging to join in her game
to throw caution out the back window

"I don't care how far we go"
but I can feel my angel wings bringing me down
so we just drink corona
and speak of the dead

"what's the matter"
oh it just wasn't meant to be
we listened to music
that weaved through me like a silken web

and I was speechless
I was mesmorized
that he could be everything and nothing
that his words could be balm

and sting me senseless in the meantime

05/08/2003

Posted on 05/08/2003
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