you always
tell me
to let go
of the past,
but what you
do not realize
is that
i already have;
i am just
waiting
for it
to let go
of me

Lonely souls cross paths
It's sad to laugh
At any ones pain
*After all what do you gain?

I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

Memories fade over time
Everyday you forget something you once knew.
It's not a crime
to remember what you drew
As a child
Your dreams hardly ever mild
So extravagant
I wish I could remember
What I drew as a child too.