Wake child
Walk in your velvet slippers
Through the tolling of the morning
Separate
The webs of every second
With fresh-shed finger nails
Slip inside
The creaking closets
Where shattered feelings hide and die
Wrap around you
Every fleeting wish
Every evaporating sigh
Friday, May 27, 2011
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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