my words betray me.
if i was a poet...
i'd put words to things that have none. a voice to this exploding heart.
you and me. what does that mean?
always. what does that mean?
forever. what does that mean?
( genius not my own...)
i promise not to waste your time...
i'll trust my lips and fingertips when my tongue is a tangle.
stupid mouth.
i read today that the deeper sorrow cuts, the greater the capacity for joy.
i like that .
if i was a poet...
i'd put words to things that have none. a voice to this exploding heart.
you and me. what does that mean?
always. what does that mean?
forever. what does that mean?
( genius not my own...)
i promise not to waste your time...
i'll trust my lips and fingertips when my tongue is a tangle.
stupid mouth.
i read today that the deeper sorrow cuts, the greater the capacity for joy.
i like that .
seth0067:
hmmm. comments on sorrow and joy seem to make a lot a sense these days. sounds like yer evaluating a lot on the personal relations front. you and me both brudda.