*Green.
Rolling train tracks
swooping under bridges
darkness; light
Speeding traffic,
Green.*
Forbidden; that’s what it was.
Don’t go there. Stay away.
Bad news. You know better.
That’s what she was. Beautifully
unattainable, but for those who know-
it is never that simple.
In my pursuit to have her,
there was a fear of getting caught,
there was suspension
Do you understand?
Nights spent slowly moving closer on couches
in the most subtle ways one blanket between us.
Necessity. A lie.
Be aware
be conscience. A lie.
She was in my bed many times
and I fell into the traps.
Perfect drama dreams, my mind created.
We would last to the end in our idilic,
honest related-ness.
Which would continuously
continuously remind me
I couldn't survive my lies,
that is what it was
and needed to be.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
*Green.
Rolling train tracks
swooping under bridges
darkness; light
Speeding traffic,
Green.*
Forbidden; that’s what it was.
Don’t go there. Stay away.
Bad news. You know better.
That’s what she was. Beautifully
unattainable, but for those who know-
it is never that simple.
In my pursuit to have her,
there was a fear of getting caught,
there was suspension
Do you understand?
Nights spent slowly moving closer on couches
in the most subtle ways one blanket between us.
Necessity. A lie.
Be aware
be conscience. A lie.
She was in my bed many times
and I fell into the traps.
Perfect drama dreams, my mind created.
We would last to the end in our idilic,
honest related-ness.
Which would continuously
continuously remind me
I couldn't survive my lies,
that is what it was
and needed to be.
http://www.mykvance.com/
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