when it's over
we won't be free
if i fell off the edge
you'd jump after me
you said
but it's over
and we cry
and we hold eachother
and we lie
with paint on our hands
and blood in our palms
we mold into one
we die into none
this is our day
you said
and this is what you'll pay
i make it all seem worthwhile
but i wish i felt the same
as you feel with someone new
and i cry and find new ways to insult you
with startled eyes i develope the news
and with tears i realize i don't wear the shoes
mastered voices can say what i only wish i said so well
make it and keep it and do what you love
and loving you is all i know
hands carrying many on terms
lovely paper in my box that i discern
so many thoughts in fragments of seconds
and time is far with my mind so deep
the air has thickened into love with no lust
and love with no trust
where was my inner being all these years
where was my realistic voice when i should have disregarded my fears?