late, late night.
what's wrong?
I believe you.
everything's alright.
roaming?... yeah,
I do.
God, your skin...
hold it back and pull it
together, it can be done.
oh.....but your
eyelashes
they
are blinking...
nope. not going to
happen.
so, what's for dinner?
hands...
yours...
roughly gentle...
on my neck...
God bless it, kingdom come.
come rescue me.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
She Learned A Way Out
I hadn't noticed
how your eyes had become darker
should I have?
what should have been handled?
was it me?
to give up concern for one's own
happiness for
another's...
man...
I feel it
I felt the Lord begin
to peel off all my skin
and I felt the weight within
reveal the bigger mess
that you
can't
fix
you never know
you know?
I swear, I swear I'll lead me into my home
you'll never know.
how your eyes had become darker
should I have?
what should have been handled?
was it me?
to give up concern for one's own
happiness for
another's...
man...
I feel it
I felt the Lord begin
to peel off all my skin
and I felt the weight within
reveal the bigger mess
that you
can't
fix
you never know
you know?
I swear, I swear I'll lead me into my home
you'll never know.
Someone Like You
all winter we were carried
we just hurried
it's damn cold
let's get out of here
moon, in my window laughing
laughing at me
are you thinking?
never mind that
that ring you take off
to please your family
it is a silver cluster of pointlessness
all the children it took to make
it, weep now for us
you
i want you to weep
weep until your hands grow cold like mine
weep for lost sleep
once, twice, seven times... for me
who cares?
yeah, me
this ring sits, prettily, heated,
comfortably on my finger
the finger that caught my tears
and saved
your only one
poor timing
i'm gone
we just hurried
it's damn cold
let's get out of here
moon, in my window laughing
laughing at me
are you thinking?
never mind that
that ring you take off
to please your family
it is a silver cluster of pointlessness
all the children it took to make
it, weep now for us
you
i want you to weep
weep until your hands grow cold like mine
weep for lost sleep
once, twice, seven times... for me
who cares?
yeah, me
this ring sits, prettily, heated,
comfortably on my finger
the finger that caught my tears
and saved
your only one
poor timing
i'm gone
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