Monday, March 7, 2011

RIP ME, OH WON'T YOU RIP ME

above the old blue sea, so I may forever swim among my old dreams
to live by the misty beauty.


there's a star within me, bursting with possibility, with potential,
with fear of never becoming real.
so much fear that it becomes devoured with every slight failure & insecurity.
it dies.
just like those in the sky,
and those in my heart,
feelings--they die.