And not one motion her gesture could I forget, The prettiest bag lady I ever met... Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass She
I wrote a four word letter...with post-script in crooked lines, "Though I'd lived I'd never been alive." And you know who I am...you held my hem as I
He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet... (He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet) Then crushed the
I'll ring Your doorbell Until You let me in... And I can no longer tell Where "You" end and "I" begin. Grape on the vine, grape on the vine, We've been
My exit unobserved, And my homesickness absurd... I said "water" expecting the Word would satisfy my thirst, Talking all about the second and third When
You were a song that I couldn't sing you were a story I couldn't tell I've only ever loved myself But I've loved myself so well. And how defeated I return
Let us die, let us die Dying we reply "don't talkto us about suffering, look in our eyes". Let us be, let us be- Our closeness is such that wherever she
On a bus ride into town, I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?" As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look
We never met, you and I We were always inside, we were somewhere inside one another. And I'll live without you love, but what good is one glove, without
I said my goodbyes to the sun my little one, so far away. And how strange, how small we must become yet as familiar as yesterday The bluest iris that
In a sweater poorly knit and an unsuspecting smile little moses drifts downstream in the Nile a fumbling reply, an awkward rigid laugh I'm carried helpless
I'll lie down for the last time and fall well away from her And I insist that I'll be dearly missed (please, say never) I'll pour down like water In between
You might sleep, but you'll never dream Onward! Progress! Or so it seems. You might laugh, but you'll never smile. Come on in and waste away awhile.
Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before Kiss my tired head. And each letter written wastes your hand, young man Come and lead me to your bed
I have my pictures of you, you don't look back at me a smile I'd almost forgotten, bruises I don't see never forgive you for a sky turned from gray to
It's the end of the morning what have i done? it's finally getting warmer oh God what have i done? prayers for your soul while hoping mine would leave
Save my skin, I need a medic Hold me down, I'm only sewn down. Save my teeth, show me you meant it Catch my death, I'm only sewn together. My eyelids
The cure for pain is in the pain, so it's there that you'll find me. Until again I forget, and again he reminds me, "Hear my voice in your head, and think