Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Speak of me

Start now, go on.
Speak of me.

See how I listen. Sense my joy
As you speak of me

Tell me what my world is.
Tell me what my smile means.
Tell me what I look like. Why I say what I do and think the way I do.

Speak of me.
I will believe it to be true.
If it feels like I want it to be.

Speak of my love
For you, for him, for them, for none
My dreams, dreamt to come true
My tears, shed for sleep

To speak of me,
Passionately, sadly, through music, words
Who am I to you

I will believe it to be true, if it feels like I want it to be.
I know not myself, only you know me.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

jealousy


your happiness devours mine