pretty birds
don't always sing pretty songs,
but they're always good to look at.
sometimes you just never get enough.
when the moon beams shine just right on the right night,
you can fool yourself.
you can do it for a long time,
but you're not always happy.
it only takes one try to make a wound
that you spend the rest of your life trying to mend.
but, you can only tell stories about scars.
nobody cares about what almost happened.
some people are good at lying.
some are really good at lying to themselves,
but what's the difference anyhow?
neither one could be further from the truth.
when the moon looks like the tip of a struck match
the second after it's blown out,
i bet a bird flying in front of it
glows with the warmth of the sun.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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i really like this. i'm glad you wrote something. i looked at your blog nearly every other day for a while hoping you would write something, because i really like your stuff.
see ya round gurhl.
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