"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

the bastard can write?

Untitled Song by Jason

When we first met
I never thought
That what we have now
Was even possible

Back then all seemed
So clear, so numb
So un-now it was
But here we are

But what i didn't know
And what you didn't show
Was that...
You felt the same way too

You said...
Never stop reaching for that rainbow
You might reach it someday
And never give up on the colors that shine/show
'Coz you never know when they'll all go blind/blur

You showed me strength
Showed me fear and encouragement
You showed me who you are
Like no one's ever seen you before

By then i thought i knew
The person who's supposed to be you
Oh, but how foolish could i be
Naive, to believe,
That you and i could ever be

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