I know what I mean when I say it
Though you think I'm talking in code
A fancier truth I will forfeit
When I'm in your humble abode
I only delay in your absence
If you are away in your head
But time is the killer of nonsense
So words that are weak can lie dead
I've seen what I needed to witness
A carefully crafted display
And I am no longer a harness
My fibers have started to fray
The process began on the fringes
The very outside of ourselves
And somehow undid all the hinges
To doors binding both of our hells
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I know what I mean when I say it
Though you think I'm talking in code
A fancier truth I will forfeit
When I'm in your humble abode
I only delay in your absence
If you are away in your head
But time is the killer of nonsense
So words that are weak can lie dead
I've seen what I needed to witness
A carefully crafted display
And I am no longer a harness
My fibers have started to fray
The process began on the fringes
The very outside of ourselves
And somehow undid all the hinges
To doors binding both of our hells
title taken from Copeland's, "I'm a Sucker for a Kind Word"
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