malebolge
10/26/04, 02:43 PM
The wildflowers didn't bloom today,
The sea anenomes stayed closed.
The sun shone a little too brightly;
There was frost covering the soggy July ground.
And something about your expression seemed out of place as well.
The moon rose too early,
And collided with the sun.
That sparrow with the broken wing
Sang its favorite melody, with all the notes too flat,
And the sweltering air mixed
With the stale beer in the alley
Created a stifling atmosphere.
And nothing felt right,
Not us, not the world,
Not the hail, or the tulips,
Or even the Something Corporate song on the radio.
Except...
For once in my life,
Goodbye seemed so right:
The thrill and the comfort were gone.
The sea anenomes stayed closed.
The sun shone a little too brightly;
There was frost covering the soggy July ground.
And something about your expression seemed out of place as well.
The moon rose too early,
And collided with the sun.
That sparrow with the broken wing
Sang its favorite melody, with all the notes too flat,
And the sweltering air mixed
With the stale beer in the alley
Created a stifling atmosphere.
And nothing felt right,
Not us, not the world,
Not the hail, or the tulips,
Or even the Something Corporate song on the radio.
Except...
For once in my life,
Goodbye seemed so right:
The thrill and the comfort were gone.