a similar perplexity,
a different day.
these equasions,
trite and obvious,
held effectiveness.
your words were fingernails,
my ears the chalkboard.
i just got tired of watching, waiting for the dust to settle.
NB @ 12:27 PM
Thursday, June 15, 2006
we speak in xeroxes.
a similar perplexity,
a different day.
these equasions,
trite and obvious,
held effectiveness.
your words were fingernails,
my ears the chalkboard.
i just got tired of watching, waiting for the dust to settle.
a similar perplexity,
a different day.
these equasions,
trite and obvious,
held effectiveness.
your words were fingernails,
my ears the chalkboard.
i just got tired of watching, waiting for the dust to settle.
1 Comments:
it's like a whole new metaphor for love using that "pushing paper" phrase. i like it. i really like it.
but is it really love then? what is love? (not looking for an answer as that is the question that makes life worth living, i think.)
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