Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Talk of yesterday and
She will show her
Brothers photographed
In callous clothes.
Say tommorow and
She'll say come find me
On a beach, and there will no moon.
But say today, and she will kiss your face
And maybe forget.

Talk of yesterday like bargain shoe strings
She will kick the car and find her friends.
Say tommorow and then
She'll describe some old communion cups
And someone's coat.
But say today and she may look your way
And lead you home.


anum said...

its been a while.. came here and saw you still blogged.. cool :D

Mani said...

uff, what is up with all these "ZOMG I MUST BE PRIVETSZ!!1!1!" bloggers?


waking before you, i've got a fever and a....childish wish for.....snowwwwwwwwwww

Zh~* said...