| A Special Request. (RC) A Special Request
I am walking on the thin line of "love" and insanity.
Staring into the canyon of my hope.
Watching my tears fall, as I think, of how much you mean/meant to me.
Repeating the first, and forgeting the last.
Trying to see the future, and trying to forget the past.
Pinning my life, is like catching soap;
When you think you have caught it, away it goes.
I am nailing gelatin to a tree
Lost in heats of inquiry, but, smiling as I remember how much you mean/meant to me.
I try to see past the inconvience, the heartbreak;
The pain and tears that make my hands shake.
It hurts but I can still see,
How much you mean/meant to me.
~Chris mellon |