Saturday, December 19, 2009

Day 152: Reach


she's got a feather for a heart beat
i've got arms that dont stretch as long as i wish they would
she dreams of morning where she doesn't have to reach father than the other end of the bed for her love
im wishing for the same
but all we do lately is dream
we are in the wings
tapping our toes to the world soundtrack beat
we are victims of distance
one hand full of hearts
the other searching for our own
playing cards
trading suits for seconds
trading stories for memories
waiting for forever to happen already
so we are no longer reaching
we are just living

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