on the loneliest days,
when even breathing seems a task,
your letters carry your smell
and also a reason for wanting to breathe again.

'The,' 'sod.'

Things happened.

my last one - it was very witty.

Strolling, the clouds
Are rolling, they abound
And surely they've found
A purely new sound

But towns have found that clouds come down
In rain, to panes
Their windows are loud

With respect, they see
That without them, they'd be
Lost in the toss
Of a barren dirt sea

Oxidization
Volcanic hills are blood red
With memories
Of water
Past
Atmosphere gone
Polar shift, done
Magnetic aesthetic
Still
As pleasing

when the sky gets cloudy and the sun fades away
and people are playing the silly games that they play,
when all my attempts have somehow been crushed
and to think of tomorrow just wrenches my guts,
i'll send you my love through the rain ...

when my brothers die and pour out their blood
to find their peace face down in the mud,
when the sound of their struggle is soaked by the storm
'midst thousands of bodies all twisted and torn,
i will,
i will still
send you my love through the rain ...

but if your love has passed me by,
I won't be seen to sit and cry;
i'll curse myself as I curse the crime
that crushed your love 'neath the wait of time,
and i ...
i'll send you my love through the pain.

how'd you get to be
so ****** free?
how'd you get to be so smart?
how'd you get to see what I can't see?
how'd you get to break my heart?

you take me for a joker
or a carnival clown.
you stand there and look down on me.
but you've been carryin' on what I put down -
I think you're trying to make a fool outta me.

how'd you get to feel what I can't feel?
how can you just laugh while I cry?
you said you loved my lovin' deep down inside,
yet you turn your back and let it die ...

you stand there and look down on me ...
you're trying to make a fool of me ...
you're just too good for me ...