all your madness
February 9, 2002
Brooklyn, NY
I’d rather be with all your madness...
Than alone with all this sadness.
and I don’t care...if you speak
to spirits in the air...
or if you answer questions
asked by no one there.
I’d rather be with all your madness..
than alone with all this sadness.
I’ll write you letters...
with clouds across the sky.
And I will scream your name..
until I hear you sigh.
I’ll breath in your soul...
make it part of mine.
And I will squeeze you hard...
until I see a sign...still...
I’d rather be with all your madness....
than alone with all this sadness.
copyright epp/2009
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