(Sunday, September 09, 2007/9:37 AM)
plasticmolds of squares.
wonders in nights.
hold that cheese.
to our light.
just like paper
was made to be torn.
i'll cut a few paper hearts
and then i'll be gone.
ah, isin't it all coming
to the final showdown.
where he'll see her
in a pretty masquerade gown.
where it'll all finally suddenly end.
"To meet and say hello,
without fear of goodbye.
Like a hard winter, goodbyes were difficult.
But he might meet someone.
Someone warm like the spring sunshine.
And the memories would come flowing back again...but it is still autumn.