AMY ANNELLE: music

THING looking at another empty page. the sharp points of words (bullets) graze me. document a future fall from grace. after all, what good's a new love without a casualty? we can't draw lines. drive blind and find yourself outside the lines. oh, love is a many splinter'd thing. love is a many splinter'd thing. start again: now boy meets girl (or girl meets girl, or boy meets boy). on the great plains, the colors, curves are endless. parallel your other green world. there's enough space inside to lose the both of us. i need you here. too much time bleary-eyed behind the wheel. oh, love is a many splinter'd thing. love is a many splinter'd thing.