the sky would be so big that it broke my soul…

we meet here for our dress rehearsal to say
I wanted it this way…
wait for the year to drown

spring forward
fall back down
I’m trying not to wonder where you are…

I want to tell the story again.

I want words like crushingly good songs, words with power and meaning, words that steal the wind. Words that follow each other like the right notes, words that go together like the four right chords to make me cry. Words like those first bars where your heart swells in your chest and the world fades away. I want words that make me weak, for the power of them.

My words tonight are butterfly’s wings.

2 Comments

  • By konfusedfae, May 25, 2008 @ 11:43 am

    I envy your words, no matter what the wing size. <3

  • By Gert, July 25, 2011 @ 2:12 pm

    Slam dunkin like Shaquille O’Neal, if he wrote inrfomative articles.

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