follows black leather footsteps
seconded by the pitter-pattering of a fist-sized machine.
i am jailed by your memory
these sparks of sunlight and walls of scented smoke and brownwood-rimmed picture frames
of evening coffee stains and cherry lip gloss
rent spaces at the back of my head.
eventually this present becomes a cage
and i , a restless bird fearing flight,
am longing instead to return
and rest in the warmth of your embrace
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The end of something
01/9/07Something isn’t right here
I’ve been feeling it for awhile
I used to be uncertain
But things are clearer now
Things are clearer now
between the lines drawn are getting thin
could this be the end of something beautiful?
Am I reaching out to nothing?
Please tell me that I’m not too late
Don’t shut me out
take back things said
That were never meant…
Cuz it feels like the end of it all
We’re strangers again
All promise is lost
Cuz it feels like the end of it all
Could this be the end
Of something beautiful?
She makes me feel like I’ve lost it all
No hopeful returns
She’s never returning
Our bitter words that echo
Along these walls tonight
take back things said
That were never meant…
She’s caught up in my system
A good drug is so hard to find
Leaving me dry
renounce you off my body
Cuz to be with you once more
I close my eyes.
