Writer. Fighter. Lover. Dreamer. The doctor's say she's generally functional.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Jesus doesn't want me for a sunbeam

Open on this scene
A familiar dream
Of you telling me what I already know.

And I hit another low
The picture I paint to look at myself
Is turning into somebody else.

I know how this will end
But I'm starting up again.
Turned around, inside out,

'Cause this way

Leads me nowhere

I can't see a way out.

Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam. Sunbeams are not made like me.

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