Syddish

7 December 2006 / 1:06 AM
pieces of the broken cup
chips tiny bells ring
blue bird singing low
you say i love you i say
what do you mean
i'm just trying to get past
this jacket
holding me places i can't go
i'm seeing double
i think it's trying to
catch me kill
me or take my
lunch
i'll forget it for now
pinch of salt
braid of straw it's mine
i wanted to kiss it but
it flew away
and now i miss it but
it's gone astray
perhaps it'll come
another day
or not at all
either way
i'm mine
you are the sky