Whenever something particularly bad happens to me, instead of finding the words of my own to express myself, I just borrow from those who say it better. On that note, here is a true poet.
Whatever this becomes
Whatever words I say
We are the fortunate ones...
And when the days are done I won't forget
All I see in you and me
Is a light in the dark of humanity
And when the days are done I won't forget
Timid steps - come walk with me
And with your useless words
Come talk to me
There are broken hearts
Now on your stereo
But the broken beats are just too slow
You'll cry - it doesn't change a thing
Kill the lights - and let the rain fall
Recall - the memories
Of yesterdays and better ways
And know - the innocence is gone...
Move on - from this day on
We'll never be the same...The saddest songs
Make sense to me...So with your sunken eyes
Come look for me
Two hour drives
Are two hours alone
But two hour drives
Are better than home
