Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Tiptoe when you walk here...
Seasons changing, heart is failing
Misted eyes and tomorrow's almost gone.
Never waited so long before.
The fruit is rotting, leave it there
sit down in your broken chair.
Sit and listen to empty words, that twist and flow in an orchestra
of listless sounds.
If you reach out, we could almost touch-
Please ignore the curtain stains,
their running colors aren't the truth.
The garden stairs are weak and misleading
flowers wilt in dayglow splendor, reeking in the earth.
Sunlight blinds my eyes as I look to see
the stars that fall upon your face.
Soft scars that welcome me.
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