January 30, 2012


things start splitting at the seams now                                                              
things start splitting at the seams now



anything to make you smile

in my mind
you are
the ever-present love that remains like a ghost

I hold this book, looking, questioning, wondering
I believe
functional things,

but slow guitar sounds
remind me
I’m tumbling down
tumbling down

poise
only to hold me together
only to act like I can.

control, ooh, the thing I know best.

do I really know me at all?
what suppression leaves me with
empty, quietness in tones I’ve never heard
not loud enough to wear hand-knitted perfection.

it’s a good thing your will exists...

stubbornness cowers now
thank god, it does.


1 comment:

JS said...

great song

and thank god, it does