Monday, June 2, 2008
we're but masters of pretense
bad liars
bad escapists
bad lovers
badly kept secrets
wastepaper secrets
our own pursuits of happyness
our countdowns to eternity
and
our own questions of the day.
because no one is sure or certain of tomorrow.
because i am not sure as well.
because if anyone had been
then there would be no looking forward
to the next happiest day with you.
11:02 AM; `dead.Y