someone will be tired
one before the
other
that's just the way
it is
I wait for impatience
in my lighthouse of uncertainty
& doubt is diverted
through sunlight-kissed waves
nearly the precise hue
of his eyes
someone will be tired
how could you love anyone
with such a hidden
temper?
the kind who stalks herself
through the night
never fully satisfied with
destination or
decision
she wakes, inadequate
& improperly
rested
the day is a haze of
unpaid bills
empty cabinets
& her rebellious toddler
don't be her
don't be tired
don't say a word
the imaginary harbor of hurt
shall subside with the
rush of
tomorrow's tide
& she'll still wonder when he'll tire
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
someone will be tired
one before the
other
that's just the way
it is
I wait for impatience
in my lighthouse of uncertainty
& doubt is diverted
through sunlight-kissed waves
nearly the precise hue
of his eyes
someone will be tired
how could you love anyone
with such a hidden
temper?
the kind who stalks herself
through the night
never fully satisfied with
destination or
decision
she wakes, inadequate
& improperly
rested
the day is a haze of
unpaid bills
empty cabinets
& her rebellious toddler
don't be her
don't be tired
don't say a word
the imaginary harbor of hurt
shall subside with the
rush of
tomorrow's tide
& she'll still wonder when he'll tire
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