posted January 07, 2005 12:15 PM         

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I forgave you for not trusting
What you could not touch
Time meant nothing ot me
All minutes ceased to dictate my movements

I feel like I talked myself to emptiness
How much more did you want?
If I cut off a leg, would it have been enough?
All the light from my face?
Never meant for it to be lip service,
But to cyphon from an empty tank is pointless
Neither will get any fuel...

Blame is a word for enemies
I'm sure your cynicism counts me as one now
Stay up there on your moral high ground
The descent would only leave you dizzy

Whose lips were servicing whose?
He says
She says
It comes down to that?
But after all that talking,
I don't care to say another word

Ghani