I'll hang up my red ribbon
Still your favorite color is blue
History repeating
I ran my race for the finish
I trained all year
But when she hits the pavement
Effortlessly
I struggle.
My lungs inhale fire.
My heart pounds jungle drums.
My feet hold lead.
She cruises the course
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Second place is not a place to you
Maybe I didn't want it enough
At least I wanted it at all
I watch her run ahead
Effortlessly
I struggle.
Just to keep her insight.
She steals your heart whole
I struggle.
Just to place.
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Sabtu, 22 Juli 2006
Selasa, 23 Mei 2006
Question
How is it the silence breaks;
Why my hands no longer shake!
Who can know and honestly say
Where she is passing on her way.
What does the absence speak to thee
When these question marks completed me?
Why my hands no longer shake!
Who can know and honestly say
Where she is passing on her way.
What does the absence speak to thee
When these question marks completed me?
Senin, 24 April 2006
Glass
I.
Breathe your life on the glass.
Write her name in the mist.
Question your hopes while it fades,
Clutch your heart inside your fist.
Your brown eyes have seen so little
Comparably, your right brain knows so much.
Still you unearth your dirty doubt
of a soul you couldn't touch.
While your tenacity keeps fading,
like the mist upon the glass,
You continue to ponder loves validity
if indeed it too shall pass.
Wonder aloud I beg you.
O please wonder this to me.
Allow me to be the friend you needed
That your lover could never be.
II.
Beat your chest in mourning.
Give up on love forgot.
Maybe one day you will realize
That all you've given is for not.
But no friendly words can matter
and no touch has felt the same
for you to regain your heart
from its totalitarian claim.
Now her name is gone for certain
from that sallow window pane
But when you see her face before
You shall breathe it out again.
All I ask is for the message
Not on windows but in voice.
Tell me how she made you fall,
whether it be force or choice.
III.
Shatter the glass with your fist.
Yes, the one that holds your heart.
Then release it upon the world
So your new life can start.
Breathe your life on the glass.
Write her name in the mist.
Question your hopes while it fades,
Clutch your heart inside your fist.
Your brown eyes have seen so little
Comparably, your right brain knows so much.
Still you unearth your dirty doubt
of a soul you couldn't touch.
While your tenacity keeps fading,
like the mist upon the glass,
You continue to ponder loves validity
if indeed it too shall pass.
Wonder aloud I beg you.
O please wonder this to me.
Allow me to be the friend you needed
That your lover could never be.
II.
Beat your chest in mourning.
Give up on love forgot.
Maybe one day you will realize
That all you've given is for not.
But no friendly words can matter
and no touch has felt the same
for you to regain your heart
from its totalitarian claim.
Now her name is gone for certain
from that sallow window pane
But when you see her face before
You shall breathe it out again.
All I ask is for the message
Not on windows but in voice.
Tell me how she made you fall,
whether it be force or choice.
III.
Shatter the glass with your fist.
Yes, the one that holds your heart.
Then release it upon the world
So your new life can start.
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