love(rs) die(s).Dusty covers
Every day from noon to 4
Shell casings not as surprising as
When you walked right through that door.
If you would let me
And if I may
I'd fashion these books into
Maybe even take you to a better venue.
These books seem unfamiliar
The atmosphere is cold.
The brand new copy of Alexander
Is now 25 years old.
You never forget the first time
You tell her
That you love her.
I knew you were an angel.
You had the perfect scripture.
That bench sits empty now
I can see it from the door.
Can't bring myself to go and see
Don't want to go out
But every angel has to return
To heaven someday.
A golden chariot, two white stallions?
but you promised me you'd stay.
oh Ecstacyon top of the tallest building
the air's gotten thinner
and heaven's gotten farther.
keeping my eye on the horizon line
when i think i should be looking for
there's people on the ground below
and i'm standing on the edge
standing, stuck here in between --
you and i
and the things i'm dying
to tell you.
without youA blink of an eye
Is a lifetime gone by.
She took you by surprise
An angel, my angel in disguise.
But perhaps I wasted some time
Thinking about what I'd do
At the end of this dual-victim crime.
And as the moments begin to count down
So many tears I can't let her see
I'm beginning to think I will drown.
is no life
Because what are you supposed to do
When a lifetime for her
Is just a moment for you.
The Colour that Blazes the Earth.It was a rainy afternoon the afternoon he came to us.
The afternoon that survived so fondly in my heart.
I grew to love my red hair, which was just like my father's. And I grew to love the colour red.
And even after my world had been crushed by the two I held so dear, something inside me remained the same, while very little changed. They invested in one to share their happiness with, and their happiness grew. But inside me, very little changed.
So now on the rainy afternoons which seem to poison my mind and plague my heart, I'll take my father's living room chair cherry mahogany with finely upholstered dark amber velvet the one that sits in the parlour, lonely except for these sparse evenings, and I'll take it outside onto the balcony. Onto the slick marble I'll place it while my memories torment me and the rain and the tears look all too much alike.
"Angelina, my dear." He'll speak, taking me not to reality, but taking reality to me. "You'll catch your death on th
6-25-03 .. 5-29-12June 25th, 2003
There's nothing in the world
that I'd let touch you
But it seems as if
nothing in the world
can touch us
May 29th, 2012
Maybe I slipped up
Of that I can't be sure
But nothing can hurt you now
Immortal in some kind of way
Felt like time stopped
Maybe just for me
Now I'm a few minutes
while I'm stuck
trying to figure this stuff out