I remember someone I once knew
You are no longer her
She has faded away with time
I sometimes see her deep inside
But no longer showing
Tucked away, she still finds her way out
Sometimes

But this new person is growing
More beautiful than before

What once was a wilting flower
Is now a new bud growing into
A beautiful flower
Lavender, sunflower, rose?
Who knows

But one day it will be fully grown
Yes it might wilt on the dry
Horrible days of its life
With the old self trying to break free
From its prison deep inside

But you are stronger now
And you can keep it from reaching the top
And decaying the beautiful outer flower

A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somwhere, O my soul.

He said, "let it go, scream it if you have to, here you're safe with me." But your hands remind me of an engulfing flame and I'm not ready to burn.

I said "Hey
What are you doing today"
She replied "Don't know
Gotta go"
And that's all she said
To me

Cause it just seems like
You don't want to talk to me no more.....
So you just say goodbye

Hey please, just give me the time of day
I don't give a **** what the hell you say
Just talk to me
Ask me how I'm doing
And tell me how your days been
Juet talk to meeeeeee
Just talk to me

I see you walking around
Your hand's in his
But I say I don't mind
Cause I don't want to see this..
****

Cause while you're talkin to him
You could be talking to me
But you don't care...
You're hanging off every word that he says

Hey please, lets just sit and chat
Yeah yeah, lets talk about your cat...
But you say no
I've found someone better to talk to
So lets just leave it at that

You can't tell
But my heart is breakin
Yeah yeah, my hands are shaking
I really wish that I was faking
But I'm not...
Cause you don't wanna talk to me

Often I have sat after a tiff or little spat
and self-consciously,
quite selfishly shared my
wounds with no one.
To arise with no tears in my eyes,
but another scorch mark on an
already burnt heart is a
result of a sort.

To be caught in the open with
no shelter
to be sought out as you go into
another helter-skelter is
not the best way to
see through the day.

If I sit a bit I fit into
the overallness of the long view
and that'll do nicely
Mr American Express.

I'm haunted.
I'm not sure if
it was my childhood
or broken love
or battle
or a million other things
we call bad luck
that's doing it.
But I can at least write this.
I'm on my knees seeking
good karma....for once.