Farewell, Forlorn, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

It's 
lighter later
today.  The 
sun smiles softly.
But now here it comes; 
Finally falling
down on me.  I 
see something...
a cover, top, lid.  Looking up I 
blow it back
and it 
drops down
again.  Can't stop the inevitable.  So let's embrace this 
big black box
and draw stars where
stars should shine.
Constellations keep me company
while everything
soundly sleeps.
Might as well
make the most
of lonliness.

Posted: 2005-04-15 01:29:54 UTC

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