there are some nights
and some mornings where you just wake up like that
like the moon had gotten under your skin
and fresh hands want to rip it out again.
-
I’m satiated by a knowing deep within my being
resting
as wild thickets burr up from beneath my chest
I don’t know how they got there.
-
As mindless apologies plea for another beginning
I waver upon a life where second chances come too quick
my thoughts thickened with heavy traces
of every foot print ever stepped.
-
He meets me again in the back ground
I wonder why it always comes back to this.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
there are some nights
and some mornings where you just wake up like that
like the moon had gotten under your skin
and fresh hands want to rip it out again.
-
I’m satiated by a knowing deep within my being
resting
as wild thickets burr up from beneath my chest
I don’t know how they got there.
-
As mindless apologies plea for another beginning
I waver upon a life where second chances come too quick
my thoughts thickened with heavy traces
of every foot print ever stepped.
-
He meets me again in the back ground
I wonder why it always comes back to this.
