Until tomorrow dies
and later's come and went
you said
you'd love me if I'd give you
just one chance to prove.

But tomorrow dies when I see those eyes
and later always turns around to hit me back
no matter where I run to
and no matter who I'm with.

Pretty phrases in tongues oh-so brazen fool some
but those smiles have to see through perception,
I still doubt they can.

Could you love me while knowing
that I could despise you
for words that had made me feel useless?
Love me and know I could hate you
for loving the hands that were turning the swords?



Past these beautiful days and the grins from
the innocent hybrid you seek to retrieve-
like a treasure perhaps,
to carry her memory home like a trophy to bear--

this trophy is scratched.
Could you love every flaw on it's surface
and weakness that hides underneath?
Love me the way that he loves me
and kiss me when tears line my eyes-
could you do that...

love like he loves me
and risk dragging lead when you go?

04/11/2004

Author's Note: Under construction. Any feedback at all (here or IM'd) would be greatly appreciated.

Posted on 04/11/2004
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