Thirteen hours on a train, just to see your face -
looked for it in your hiding place;
Made my way through all the memories,
granted your fingers
permission to keener things
took the train,
in Jesus’ name,
all the way to you;
‘was always you –
the blue,
the “I’m through!”,
the “who knew?”,
and the “…, too”;
you, as if I couldn’t see further,
you,
guilty as charged
for this 2nd ****** -
this mind that cannot be un-fucked,
one wall, so heavy, I’m stuck;
superseded,
as you proceeded
to lie with both eyes,
or
pretend the love died,
long enough to see me cry;
truth made to waste,
patience into haste,
another love story gone wrong,
jotted down, but not for long;
obliteration,
translation - you
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 7:06 PM UTC
Thirteen hours on a train, just to see your face -
looked for it in your hiding place;
Made my way through all the memories,
granted your fingers
permission to keener things
took the train,
in Jesus’ name,
all the way to you;
‘was always you –
the blue,
the “I’m through!”,
the “who knew?”,
and the “…, too”;
you, as if I couldn’t see further,
you,
guilty as charged
for this 2nd ****** -
this mind that cannot be un-fucked,
one wall, so heavy, I’m stuck;
superseded,
as you proceeded
to lie with both eyes,
or
pretend the love died,
long enough to see me cry;
truth made to waste,
patience into haste,
another love story gone wrong,
jotted down, but not for long;
obliteration,
translation - you
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