There's no doubt that you're Holly,
that defining fear & charm.
And he's your Jose, honey;
ratless, high.
So left to cast is me, well,
what'll it be? Kinda funny
how I still don't know-
Doc, Fred, Paul,
who am I?
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Thursday, July 05, 2007
technicolor
The face of the girl I'm in love with
looks over the fold in a newspaper at me
in my pyjamas
as I mournfully ponder my inadequacies,
things I could never be
and would have to be
for her to love me back.
Surreal.
..but strangely fitting,
now that I think about it;
I'm looking at her now the way I always do-
as one would when admiring a work of art,
behind the importance of a rope,
just too far away.
The girl I'm in love with,
my first love.
Her flawless features high shine through the dull print
and enhance the color quality of my life
in that same unique way her presence can,
from far above;
technicolor from this black and white.
looks over the fold in a newspaper at me
in my pyjamas
as I mournfully ponder my inadequacies,
things I could never be
and would have to be
for her to love me back.
Surreal.
..but strangely fitting,
now that I think about it;
I'm looking at her now the way I always do-
as one would when admiring a work of art,
behind the importance of a rope,
just too far away.
The girl I'm in love with,
my first love.
Her flawless features high shine through the dull print
and enhance the color quality of my life
in that same unique way her presence can,
from far above;
technicolor from this black and white.
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