Poetry

9eleven

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 20:59:49 -0700

Sometimes I just get so tired
of all the publicity that crushes that date.
All the sentimental songs and books
inspired by such hate.
The where-were-you's
and the yeah-me-too's
and the true-so-true's, so true.
Fighting for freedom,
fighting fires,
fighting against fate.

My friend, Jewel, I'm so sorry
that they ruined your sixteenth birthday.
My friends in red, I look upon
the ground where you rest and I pray
for all the years,
for all the tears,
and all foreboding fears.
Where was I?
I was with you,
not knowing what to say.

Allanis writes the words I wish I could

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 20:33:49 -0700

I burned you my special mix CD.
When you listen, I hope you'll think of me.
I spent a lot of thought to choose the tracks.
If you don't like it, you can always give it back.

These songs remind me of the time I spent with you.
My favorite song is the one on track number two.
Get to know it, so you can sing along with me.
Don't know who wrote it but I like the melody.

Allanis starts off with some attitude.
Dashboard comes in, giving the right mood.
I wish that I could write the songs they play,
but if you'll just listen it'll make my day.

These songs remind me of the time I spent with you.
My favorite song is the one on track number two.
Please take it with you, in the car wherever you go.
And if you like, then please let me know.

I'm sorry if it's been a long time.
And I'll understand if you're tired of this.
And I'm sorry if the permanence of the disk
reflects the burn on your heart.

These songs remind me of the time I spent with you.
My favorite song is the one on track number two.
Get to know it, so you can sing along with me.
Don't know who wrote it, but I like the melody.

The ABC's of Heartbreak

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 16:15:25 -0700

I'm looking back on my life gone by,
and wondering where you were.
We did so much that we regret.
Do you want this? Are you sure?
We wandered, but we made up,
'though we're still recovering.
And 'though we've got a way to go,
I've been discovering...

That You've always had my heart,
you had it from the start,
straight to the day we met again.
And you were always in my head,
despite all the things I said.
It didn't really end.

I see now that I tried to hide you,
and shove you to the back.
But you just refuse to stay hidden;
you seep through every crack.
You sneak into my dreams at night,
making me think of no one else.
I've missed you more than you know;
more than I'll admit myself.

But You've always had my heart,
you had it from the start,
straight to the day we met again.
And you were always in my head,
despite all the things I said.
It didn't really end.