Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Day 703:

Everyone here
Wants me for a minute
Or too
Or forever in a few years
No one wants me now
Wants to stay through the morning
I’ve been told
Im either the kind to have for a night
Or forever that no ones ready for

Im a picture poster on the back of you mind
That doesn’t fade
Just stays dust covered
Til you are reader to wipe clearn
These are the stories ive found on your body
In the words you forget to say
I keep myself awake to your silence
And the aprts of our love that still haunt me
Some nights
Even when in the day
Things seem alright

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