07 November 2005

taking the leap

you say the water's great, but
who gave you the right to define great?
it's all relative, so for all i know,
i might drown despite your assurances.

"what if"s are black ice, leaving us skidding down
a road paved with regrets and doubt,
scattered with shattered dreams,
so i may as well stay in my ebony tower.

if your laughter is my joy,
then your tears are my pain.
simple logic, bubbled in with a number two pencil only please.
if i love you, then you cannot help but hurt me.

...so why do i insist on thinking it would still be worth it?

it is so hard to fall and to miss the ground,
or to get up once you remember that you can't fly.


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