the fog was all around
I couldn't see a thing
your breath the thick mist
clawing at my windows
lights dissected and blinding
eyes wide open, pupils even wider
but no veering at all,
I was very much in my lane
maybe that's the problem
more than the lack of sleep
I'll take a sore clenched jaw
over the emptiness in bed
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
the fog was all around
I couldn't see a thing
your breath the thick mist
clawing at my windows
lights dissected and blinding
eyes wide open, pupils even wider
but no veering at all,
I was very much in my lane
maybe that's the problem
more than the lack of sleep
I'll take a sore clenched jaw
over the emptiness in bed
i don't know, really
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