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Date Posted: 22:21:18 02/19/02 Tue
Author: saira
Subject: how i make my rainy days

don�t you hate how everything gets forced together,
and well, forget about personal space cos that�s just too much to ask for.
the whole emotional deal is played out, if you really want to know.
all we need is an open bed,
preferably still warm.
just the way you like it.
and if you never say goodbye you never really leave and then well,
technically, it�s all the same.
i hate that.

everyone has the same name if you listen hard enough.

so no penance here,
nothing but putting my feet up on the table that i was supposed to polish.
nobody wants to play the eye-sore,
not even furniture.

then i heard myself ask
"so how's life, and everything else that comes with it"
and i got a screen lighting my face in response.
with every possible achievement muddled into one sentence�
i think i'm gonna feel sick.

sometimes reactions are over-rated,
and you won't even try to impress me with anything.
that�s crazy and refreshing i suppose,
but we�ll see if that holds true when your face gets raised.
and then i�ll respond back blank,
which is the best way to go.
lack of response leaves lack of impression.
and if not, you won't know any better.

and words stick out to me,
cos i encode conversations like crazy.
with the bold i find the accusations that you accuse of me.
but if you accuse me too much
i'll have to accuse you of accusing me
and we'll sit with accusations trailing behind and wrapping around
and then where will we be...
it�s better not to think about things.

if anything is for sure,
then i sure am fooled.
but things might be better today.
my pages sit void of you [and so they are blessed]
but then again, with lack-thereof, the essence is still sitting,
maybe wiping grins all over the place.
and with silence and absence i'm just putting you up in bright neon signs.

nothing is planned to be long,
and i think i'm the lipstick on your collar.

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