Torn apart
Presented in pieces
I hope the entire picture is not lost
I showed up wearing my Betty Crocker dress
halfway through the set
I was the only one dancing
until the night wore on
The calender was a good plan
Pre-emptive preparations
for a sadness that cannot be measured
A happiness you cannot outlive
My movements do have intentions
sometimes my words do not
Sometimes I count and deliver
I wonder why I let it carry me away
and search for measure and order
of the highest choir of voices
and something I never considered
to be true
To be true.
And so what if it is perfect the first time
Never quite to be the same again
Different is okay too
Remember the time I was beautiful
and I do the same for you
Because I don't believe in odds
on this particular occassion
No comments:
Post a Comment