By taintedone Date: 2001 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.12.18.08.12040]] |
always lying to myself (for you) truth about us a dismal gray and when I close my eyes I can dream us into rainbows forget the times I haven't smiled (all the time) warp bitter reality into upside down sweet sculpture these hands, these eyes that look and feel you they are the same that recreate you making all the no's to yes (it works) well enough to be a lullaby. |