The sad part... Is that... I'm not a part of that story

Lets pretend That we could actually jump through time Lets pretend That we are the way we were And that we're above silly rules Like time and distance and gravity. Lets pretend That we can jump through the seasons With top hats and rain boots. (You always liked the yellow ones) Lets pretend I have you hand and you have my name. (If only we were time travelers)

i snapped a magnet in half and fed-ex'd it to your heart. i still remember its address. you will open the glossy package (i wrapped it with my intestines) toss out the styrofoam peanuts (i wish we were nonbiodegradable too) & pop all the bubblewrap (if i was a bubble, how many times would you pop me?) Once you notice my gift for you, my burden (if you even notice it at all) i hope you catch the symbolism: we are two halves of a broken magnet.  no attraction. my heart is a compass-- but this electromagnetic field has it spinning out of control.  no direction. -- i checked the mail today; my package, unop