Post by strangeclouds on Oct 19, 2004 1:55:26 GMT -5
Tired of staring into murky skies- give me some illumination.
I don't want to buy clarity anymore. I wonder if things will ever be clear.
Because you can't
see
through
me.
Not inside-out, like anorexia.
You can't wade your fingers through me and not expect to leave an imprint.
No- not ripples. You're not so easily forgotten.
Maybe I'm not so-like the ocean after all.
What do you know
We're made for eachother.
You still fly in the aura of your electroskies...while I-
stand behind in your wake. I miss you sometimes-
I will never know how to use your wings...
Even when you fly now-
without them.
