I sometimes sit at the airport and watch people
watch them exit the gate and run into the arms of a loved one
I feel such mixed emotions that I don't know
whether I want to smile or cry
it reminds me of that time
I met her at that little bistro
I helped her out of the cab
and she stared into my eyes
...she saw me...
...she sawed me
with jagged edge teeth
that ripped open my heart
and she drank every last drop
of the love I had to give
[sighs are born inside the soul]
its so black when I look inside
like that void inbetween the stars
I sneered at the closest supernova
because I knew my smile would never be that bright
[ever again]
And at times my legs feel as though they weigh a ton each
I trudge one in front of the other till I collapse to my knees
just so I can pluck a ladybug from a blade of grass
and admire her on the tip of my finger
no breadcrumb trail to take me home
though I keep finding pieces of myself
lying scattered across the worlds that seperate us
just one more kiss...
now my words are empty vessels
sailing further and further away from me
the sweetest morsel I could possibly conjure
would be... "a table for two"
sorry.. this won't be up for long
Copyright 2004 OLd SouL
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