7/21/08

10:47 PM


not sure what to call this
this new lack of air
but when i close my eyes
i can put myself there
back
in your room
lights blinding bright
and with everything so wrong
you're my one thing that's right
so tonight i will snack
on our flirty chatter
and pretend i'm not impressed
when you talk so
matter-
of-factly
to me
about just how you feel
towards every dumb *****
who can't let you heal
old wounds run deep
but they turn into scars
and the further i seep
i feel like we are
just are
for a while
i just want some fun
can't we just get a break?
can't we just make a run
for it
out of town?
out of ***
hit the ground
what i've got
a glance and a hit
a smile and a stitch
in my side
so i'll hide
in your arms for a bit
all i want is what's real
so lets throw out the old
make a new ordeal
and not do what we're told.

she is a beautiful puzzle, a riddle wrapped in a kunundrum. she is silent as the breaking dawn but striking as lightening, twice as bright as both and illuminates a maze for our souls to mix. that maze like the puzzle she is to my senses challenges me often. just when will she see her own light and accept, just when will she see my love and solve the riddle