Post by strangeclouds on Oct 26, 2004 0:49:54 GMT -5
I tire-
of attention prostitutes...
and am weary-
of 'One more chances'...
Who's heavy hearts look-
just like riverstones...
And sink-
like them too.
I should have found,
The first time,
that your empty heart-
lightens- My own.
And after you fade-
I'll smile...
my whole. way. home.
And I'll pretend-
to be...
a firefly.
of attention prostitutes...
and am weary-
of 'One more chances'...
Who's heavy hearts look-
just like riverstones...
And sink-
like them too.
I should have found,
The first time,
that your empty heart-
lightens- My own.
And after you fade-
I'll smile...
my whole. way. home.
And I'll pretend-
to be...
a firefly.