Monday, March 2, 2009

Oh, Sherry

It's waiting for me
and my writing this means nothing
I write only for myself
I'm not creating anything
and waiting for it waiting for me
What is it you might ask?
It's me falling over into pain
It's landing over & over again on the ground
and I keep on making the same stupid mistakes and oh, Sherry I wish I lived on a higher key like you, dancing your dance and jumping right in when the water is fine and the moon is blue
with a fine mask of somewhere elseness, a fine
wish for someone elseness and oh, Sherry
I wish I could be like you

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