*~mixed tape~*
words spoken
or written on a page
seem to fall short
of how much i feel
these mere choices
notes and tunes
speak more of me
then i'll ever say
out loud to you
whether you understand
what it all means
is regardless to me
here in these songs
lies my inner longing
prescious and small
so unshakeable
capturing a moment
a time
what lies in my soul
how you fit there
inside
of all that i am
giving you these musings
written by another's hand
hoping you get it all
sing along
know me at last
*~imagine this~*
imagine my name was yours
can you hear how it sounds
are you still you with my name
imagine a crowd surrounding you
can you feel the arms brush against
all that you are with my name
imagine your heart beating strong
can you feel the pulse inside
unnerving your thoughts with my name
imagine her by your side
can you sense all that she inspires
longing to reach out to her with my name
imagine your mind spinning round
can you understand the confusion
loving someone you can't have with my name
now maybe we can talk
about how my life is
without analyzing and criticizing
something that is not just about you
*~she's not a yuppie~*
she hides in the mists
of the break rooms
and the copy machines
they don't notice
never have
she doesn't fit into their mold
no corporate slogans
a backpack and a lunchbox
overalls instead of mini-skirted suits
her cubicle is a refuge
tidy and organized
matching desk set and stapler
but in her mind she is
kink and disarray
writing stories in the ledger of the bankbook
she watches them all
they're just fascimille and ditto
not a real soul in any of the happy-hour smiles
she drinks her caffeine
shaking her head
they don't realize her words are sarcasm
after work she runs away
tearing and dancing
doing cartwheels in the coffee houses and discos
but they don't see her
overlooked and disinterested
they don't realize that life isn't a gap ad