it's bad.

sometimes the beauty is easy

sometimes you don't have to try at all

sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake

sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall

and it's bad that i wrapped you in a fantasy, and i carry you with me

and it's bad that i took a second look, i guess i'm an open book

you know i didn't really intend to embrace you that long

but then again, i wasn't the only one holding on


photos, david shama
words, ani difranco