Secrets
2005-02-05 : 8:38 a.m.


Never too busy
I swear
I never was
on the edge
of my own life
moving into ten
thirteen's past away
with all the half
secrets in my
ear
sixteen silent
yes, been kissed
secrets grow
like insulation foam
eighteen
cras
get me out of here
sound is blocked
by the secrets
in my ear
twenty life
becomes my own
and chip by chip
the words
seep out
twenty-one
waiting
to not have
you use
me

how much do you trust me?
more like, how much do you trust
yourself?
~**~
Perfect Day
The Cranberries

I have a dream, strange it may seem
It was my perfect day

Open my eyes, I realise, it is my perfect day

I hope you'll never grow old

Do-do-do.Do-do-do.Do-do-do

Birds in the sky, they look so high
This is my perfect day

I feel the breeze, I feel at ease
It is my perfect day

I hope you'll never grow old

Forever young, I hope you'll stay, forever young
Do-do-do.Do-do-do.Do-do-do

"'Why, you have nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo!' Sam exclaimed. ... 'I have quite finished, Sam,' said Frodo. 'The last pages are for you.'"
ship's wake : on board : the horizon
All material (c) by Julie A. Snyder