sorry, but she's taken.
taken by the dreams she chases every
waking moment.
her best friend is the cold edge
and silver line between taking the moment
or letting it slip to roam her past
like a silhouette predator
with an appetite for reality.
memories dreamed and children grown
no one told her this house wasn't home.
she fell asleep on her death bed...
missed it all.
took a while to sort through the ashes
and most of what they found never existed.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
sorry, but she's taken.
taken by the dreams she chases every
waking moment.
her best friend is the cold edge
and silver line between taking the moment
or letting it slip to roam her past
like a silhouette predator
with an appetite for reality.
memories dreamed and children grown
no one told her this house wasn't home.
she fell asleep on her death bed...
missed it all.
took a while to sort through the ashes
and most of what they found never existed.
30 Dec 2004
