Without you,
I am alone again,
and each moment
feels like a dry fever.
I go to sleep
in fits of time,
a few hours
here
and
there,
scattered like bouys.
When I feel happy
its because I'm in the desert
and
that's the kind of happy
you feel.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
Without you,
I am alone again,
and each moment
feels like a dry fever.
I go to sleep
in fits of time,
a few hours
here
and
there,
scattered like bouys.
When I feel happy
its because I'm in the desert
and
that's the kind of happy
you feel.
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