Wednesday, February 28, 2007


When I don't know what is wrong, I just pretend that everything is fine. That doesn't fix it. But it makes me less unhappy. I don't know why I am in such a pensive mood. Why I am not thinking before I put down words, like I usually do.

Can I call your name,
when I know you wont hear?
Can I be insane,
without any fear?
I wish you would stay longer,
And I could ask you to love me more.
But how can I ask these things?
They've been claimed before.
Maybe its your eyes,
Or maybe its mine.
But where I want to see truth,
I see treachery and swine.
You sent me solitude,
When I needed peace.
You pushed me over the line,
When I was just at the crease.