it's when the house is polished and immaculate from every last corner turned inside out...
it's when the most desparately longed-for promises come bursting forth, tempting the heart, taunting the mind...
it's when the call finally comes that delivers the return of something taken, a committment never to do it again...
it's when what i've asked for, begged for, ached for is no longer what i want...
sorry as i might be, empathic as i might ever feel,
it's when i'm done...
listening to: "three swept" artist: COCTEAU TWINS
with all their doom and gloom in incoherent jabberwocky, i somehow find this song happy.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Meliss- This is a gorgeous little ramble. I dig it. I'm glad that I remembered Lotus' old site because I couldn't remember your blog name. I'm gonna link to you, hope you don't mind.
Post a Comment