run little pup
run home to your master
hide under the covers and pretend the world does not exist
no matter how far you run
no matter how well you hide
your problems are following you at your heels
and they will catch you and find you
show your teeth little pup
growl as best you can
and then go for their throats.
you problems can't find you when they're dead...
Saturday, October 18, 2003
Friday, September 26, 2003
blue blue eyes
seared into my memory
of a past long forgotten
of a chance that never happened
it's been awhile since i've thought of those days
and everytime i sit back to remember
i think of blue blue eyes
and i wonder
but the past is past
and blue blue eyes
create nothing but a wistful smile
with a fleeting thought of insanity
i return to the present
and while i nod in recognition
to where i've been
those blue blue eyes
were the beginning of my journey
on that long, hard road i've tread
i know
i would not give up my hazel eyes for anything
seared into my memory
of a past long forgotten
of a chance that never happened
it's been awhile since i've thought of those days
and everytime i sit back to remember
i think of blue blue eyes
and i wonder
but the past is past
and blue blue eyes
create nothing but a wistful smile
with a fleeting thought of insanity
i return to the present
and while i nod in recognition
to where i've been
those blue blue eyes
were the beginning of my journey
on that long, hard road i've tread
i know
i would not give up my hazel eyes for anything
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Friday, September 05, 2003
Friday, August 01, 2003
Monday, June 30, 2003
and if i came for you
would you come with me?
or would you sit and lament over your past
never looking towards the future
never truly enjoying the now
each day is tinged with that past
solely because you refuse to tear that gauze away from your eyes
you refuse to face it, confront it and move on
so when i come for you
i hope you have faced your fear
and come to realize that the deep hole you've been drowning in for years and years
is nothing but a shallow puddle that you've shoved your face in
and we can walk away home
would you come with me?
or would you sit and lament over your past
never looking towards the future
never truly enjoying the now
each day is tinged with that past
solely because you refuse to tear that gauze away from your eyes
you refuse to face it, confront it and move on
so when i come for you
i hope you have faced your fear
and come to realize that the deep hole you've been drowning in for years and years
is nothing but a shallow puddle that you've shoved your face in
and we can walk away home
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