that i want to look in your eyes
and find the honest and final truth.
those eyes in the mirror
they lie,
condone,
patronize.
maybe it's weird
that i want to know
the origin of your last name,
and why you wear your eye makeup
the way you do.
i walk dead
dimly lit corridors,
listening
starving for truth
hiding in shadows...
manufacturing memories
colored in crayon
a perfect dance--
our first kiss,
when you first held my hand,
the smile you--
no.
the futility of this thinking
is the convenient synthetic cinematic story
and i fade to black too quickly.
but still i wonder...
about your favorites,
your heartbreak,
your inside jokes,
your closet full of idiosyncrasy.
maybe it's weird,
but it's true nonetheless.
NB @ 10:33 AM
3 Comments:
now THAT is good.
i was thinking...side ones are usually good but they generally have the top hit on it but side twos always have some little ditty that hooks you because it is original and unheard of. . .that could be kinda awesome.
i am looking forward to side two.
great, dude... keep at it.
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