Something About Something

Maybe one day.....i will actually name the poem....i think i'll go watch collegehumor.com now....

it's only in silence

when the whisper of words

and the painful ideas

are the loudest

 

living in this trance

spawned by sorrow

for people i dont know

an waiting for pure love

 

if there was a chance

I'd leave this world

and live like a story

and die in a dream

 

a grand appearance

when the curtains open

and a passionate appeal

when they finally close