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By Ali Date: 2002 Jun 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.21.07.31.21253]] |
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I have lived by a star That died in the night, I have breathed with a fire That sought to steal my soul, But it's only a little bit, It's only a little bit Crazy-- And I'm okay with that. I'm not strong enough yet, And I tell myself that I will be Soon, But I'm lying because I know That I'm getting weaker, Minute by minute. I am standing here, Trying to believe in what I know To be false, Illusionary, And otherwise unreal-- Nothing makes one stranger, More foolish Or more daring, Than love. When it comes done to it, There really is no contest, And I know that I am on The losing end, And I'm okay, I'm okay with that, I'm okay with imperfection. I have lived by a dream That broke apart in my hands, And I remember the blood I spilled, And I remember the pain that I caused, But I also remember something else-- The peace I felt, For a fraction of the time That we spent together. I have breathed with passion That knows no equal, And though we won't always have Paris, We'll always have the dream. |