sorry to disturb you but i'm lost

And so begins the task I have dreaded the coming of for so long

2010-12-12T04:58:00.000-08:00

2010-10-20T14:33:00.001-07:00

Yet each man kills the thing he loves

By each let this be heard
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.

2009-12-29T15:58:00.000-08:00

He would stare at empty chairs
Think of the ghosts that once sat there
The ghosts who broke his heart.

2009-12-27T04:33:00.000-08:00

To the outside
The dead leaves, they are alive
For they don't have trees to hang their hearts

2009-12-25T14:29:00.000-08:00

There never is much time between hello and goodbye

2009-12-23T05:49:00.000-08:00

I've said goodbye a thousand times and every time you changed my mind.

Last Night Bobby Wratten Saved My Life.

2009-12-21T11:34:00.000-08:00

Love does the hiding, we the seeking.

2009-12-18T08:14:00.000-08:00

This life that you and I are living, it's a scrapbook in the making.

2009-11-14T02:00:00.000-08:00

“however i have gotten here, i have plans to be with you”