To: MistyCA
OKay.
Unforeseen Ending
You know it'll never be the same.
Never be the way it was before-
I never had to tell you that.
I liked the way you let your hair fall down.
Now there's a need to beg forgiveness.
But certain things are better left undone.
And all I see, all I'll be-
why you wanted me?
Impossible? Impossible.
Have I waited here too long?
Must've meant to tell you.
Tell you that I liked the way you moved.
Now I sit here reflecting.
But I hate to sit here without.
So I try to buy absolution.
But your blood is still on my hands.
And all I see, All i'll ever be-
why you wanted me?
Impossible? Impossible.
Were you right here all along?
*break, change*
Maybe
Maybe I'm an angel with clipped wings.
Maybe I'm just another of the broken things
drifting through mem'ries faded scenes.
Maybe I'm the dream instead of the dreamer
a cutoff scream in a darkened theater.
Maybe I'm a knight bereft of his armor
an Arlington ghost in search of more honor.
Maybe I'm a bird never meant to fly
a carousel pony going for the last ride.
Maybe I'm a thought never thought again
a distant last parting of long lost friends.
Maybe.
Maybe I'm an angel with clipped wings.
Maybe I'm another of those broken things.
209 posted on
09/24/2003 5:36:53 PM PDT by
Darksheare
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To: Darksheare
I like both of those. Thanks for posting them. !
211 posted on
09/24/2003 5:48:25 PM PDT by
MistyCA
(For some...it's always going to be "A Nam Thing!")
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