Monday, May 4, 2009

Morning Sickness

My brain's shooting up
Chaotic messages enter and ruin
What is it do you want me to say?
I've opened all my heart to hear
and I'm not asking to be heard.

I have all my life to distract me
Yet it's not enough to blast my pain into space

No, I never ask to be heard.
But I could use a few buckets to cry.

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