Post by subcityshallows on Dec 19, 2004 18:48:47 GMT -5
Like a cigarette dropped from a speeding window
Left to implode on its own matter
It doesn’t matter
Its like asking your mother why the sky is blue
"It just is, honey"
Why do I feel like a billion ice cold needles are prying into my heart
Why are my emotions on the up and down hill tracks
Of an old squeeking roller coaster on its final ride
Why do I like it?
Why do I love you so much?
Like a cigarette dropped from a speeding window
Left to implode on its own matter
It doesn’t matter
The question is why am I questioning?
It’s like asking your mother why the sky is blue
"It just is, honey"
