Dec 16, 1998

Stop

She says it like she means it and
she means it like she says.
And I have no idea what I am doing
Her heart is on her sleeve as much as
Her hair is on her head
And I am at a loss for I am color blind as well
It sparkles in her hand as it is tilted to the side
It matters more to her just that it's there
And I with pride am crushed just as I ought to be
She seems to think she is undeserving, but
She also knows the power that she's earned
And I as always think that I am right
And I as always know that I am wrong
And we as always say good-byes we know are not for long.