ravnangelyte

"Quarter Life Crisis"
2002-04-29 04:46:57 (UTC)

paper bag

i was staring at the sky
just looking for a star
to pray on or wish on
or something like that
i was having a sweet fix
of a daydream of a boy
who's reality i knew
was hopeless to be had
but then the dove of hope
began its downward slope
and i believed for a moment
that my chances were approaching to be grabbed
but as it came down near
so did a weary tear
i thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag...

-fiona apple

i have this friend and in this friend i've found a
completely different world. silences speak paragraphs-
novels even, being myself is the only thing i wanna be, and
i can't remember life before his name. shoot me now! i have
turned into the dreaded, always hated, and always envied
romantic. i try to tell him everyday- but i don't think my
particular brand of ESP is working. i try but his responses
always crashes into me like a bullet- killing the dove and
leaving an empty shell of me- a paper bag with nothing in
it.




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