November 25, 2002

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where do you go when you cry? all alone, dark and afraid
the smallest child
waiting alone.
to become something beautiful, washed from the mud
away no longer, cleaned of your rags.
if i let you know everything,
i don't know that i would,
pour over you
like i have, before i knew.
maybe believe in fairy tale,
you never did.
i showed you the rain, as you called it by name. a
rainbow of loveliness, on my favorite day.
would it matter on the insides,
if your storm went away? if i gave of my life,
at the end of the day.
if i muddled
and stumbled till i remained lost,
would you see the sky falling
in the gray of my eye? or my love
maybe i am nothing.
as i am still fading, into
unfamiliar you's

before - after