i want to know
I'm dying to find out
what it is that makes you tick
what i do that makes you kick
i reach deep inside you
start to look around
the shades of black are overwhelming
the shades of gray are never-ending
i start inside your head
sorting through memories
and boxes full of pictures
and jars full of tears
Heres a spool of threaded lies
its wound around your heart
heres the apple of your eye
heres the love that wouldn't die
i found the bottle of chills
that i had unwittingly given you
i found your whiskey dreams
i found your pouch of melodies
heres a storm raging in your chest
its weaving through your soul
heres my heart on a silver plate
heres the love that came too late
Thursday, January 24, 2008
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