Sunday, October 12, 2008

All You Have To Do Is Cry

the truth in the words we utter is relative to this moment
the words we speak are fallacies of our imaginations
and feelings only skin deep are pretended to be soul saving
your whispers don’t assuage and the loneliness won’t fade
caught up in the moment we chose save ourselves with three small words
but just like us, darling, they are ephemeral and fleeting, gone with the night
when daylight hits your eyes through the window, I will be gone, and there will be nothing you can do.