If only words were kind,
refined and demure and lacking
in that painful, lonely way.
Glorious loneliness.
Tears of truth: taciturn and tactile.
Wallowing in life
following what's just out of
reach. Some pious profundity.
Some absolution, validation, vindication, even.
Stupid words.
So full of possibility
and void of promise.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 8:02 PM UTC
If only words were kind,
refined and demure and lacking
in that painful, lonely way.
Glorious loneliness.
Tears of truth: taciturn and tactile.
Wallowing in life
following what's just out of
reach. Some pious profundity.
Some absolution, validation, vindication, even.
Stupid words.
So full of possibility
and void of promise.