Your Heart is Like a Promise

June 13, 2003

It may be so.
It may really fill up the sky and feel all right and everything.
It also may just be the way I wanted to believe.
Just one last thought.
Just one last feeling as the songs are carved.
Just one last time for me to think maybe I can believe.
I can't hold the things I used to say in my head.
I can't take out the things I used to say in my head.
It may just be so.
It may take everything inside to rip me to shreds once again.
I'll know the sounds in my head.
I'll recognize exactly what I thought before this new feeling solidified.
Just one more time to bleed.
Just one more time to take what I used to say...
To take what I used to say and make it useful.
It might be so.
It might call me into the daylight.
I might have to face me in the mirror alone from now on.
At which time, I will cover the mirrors again.