Friday, July 07, 2006

swinging on a string


what if everything i told you
was a lie
and when i said goodbye
i really meant
try to forget me

would you re-trace glances
stolen from street signs
and invisible lines drawn
between and through eyes

how many times can we start and stop
only to start and stop again

made my bed but it doesn't mean
i can get comfortable

want you around but will still push you away
what can i say
i never said i play fair

you only thought you heard me

w h i s p e r

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey! I love this one. Short, but that's part of why I like it...all of it stays with you. And especially that first part/stanza. You nailed a feeling and situation I've felt and been in...and it was awesomely put. So good! :)

milica said...

hey carly
thanks!
haha... sometimes i think i ramble a wee bit too much so this one is probably a good change
"so good" i totally heard dave's voice in that one

 
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