The lonesome cripples who can fly

Sep 15, 2008 - 14:09 PM PST

Some of us are not crowned until we have fallen.
our bones rest, a dry and silent chest,
collecting tears like the bees and their pollen.
tomorrows are as ugly as the todays, but it feels so good to complain
i don't think we'll ever stop.
yesterdays can be so kind, the problem is remembering to remind.
remind each other of how it was, and, how it will always be.
the lover who is around for eternity.