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And I should be in bed, Not wanting to sit outside. Shivering, Soaking, Slipping, Further from sleep. Tracing questions and thoughts In the pavement Below me, That I shouldn't want Beneath my feet. Maybe if I was walking, Moving Would be getting by, Making changes, Making up my mind. To walk away, Not looking out my window With surprise at the orange lights I think, really, they're streetlamps Bringing people home But, I think they're candles, Imagining lighting each one Different prayers- A hope We'll be together. I shouldn't be waking. I shouldn't be writing. Even to erase the lines, Wondering about the depths of your eyes. Not asking for the rain, To feel cold enough To need any arms Anything Anyone, Not just your embrace, To keep me warm. I shouldn't be wanting Anything but rest, alone.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
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And I should be in bed, Not wanting to sit outside. Shivering, Soaking, Slipping, Further from sleep. Tracing questions and thoughts In the pavement Below me, That I shouldn't want Beneath my feet. Maybe if I was walking, Moving Would be getting by, Making changes, Making up my mind. To walk away, Not looking out my window With surprise at the orange lights I think, really, they're streetlamps Bringing people home But, I think they're candles, Imagining lighting each one Different prayers- A hope We'll be together. I shouldn't be waking. I shouldn't be writing. Even to erase the lines, Wondering about the depths of your eyes. Not asking for the rain, To feel cold enough To need any arms Anything Anyone, Not just your embrace, To keep me warm. I shouldn't be wanting Anything but rest, alone.
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charlie-sea
Canadian
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 9:43 PM UTC
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