turning and twisting on a pearl surface.
Steamy dreams you pray that stop,
bringing you face to face.
Rusty lines on a pale surface,
running away from the pain.
While all the time it's a race,
heading down the drain.
No one wins and no one loses.
To live is to hurt and love.
No matter what one chooses,
it's always push and shove.
Puddles of red rain,
seeping into the ground.
When there seems to be no end to the pain,
and there's no one around.
Whin colored stains cover the floor,
the heart pushes out,
till htere is no more
and throughout the flood you never shout.
Rose colored tear drops,
are the only ones you cry.
Then you heart stops,
and you die.
Written - 07/11/03; 9:23 PM
Added - 12/19/03; 1:28 AM
Jenna White