| Stealing glimpses through morning lashes, lips sewn shut like secrets kept. I love you. and you have to know, my runaway train can barely hold this rail and its true I'm cold inside because how blue the sky is never really was the issue... I step oh so lightly- it hurts to break you but we settled too deep and too far back. lost in time progress discarded for old habits worn thin, pulse uneven while tempers hot fire that burns even when its not- the horizon seems tilted vision skewed and out of whack reaching for the perfect timing of souls that wait. but breath is caught and vision blurred a dirty taste in my parched mouth. And its unbelievable 'cause you felt it too, but that never stopped you before. |
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sleeper
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