Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Day 765: Bronte

i take comfort in this fact
that our love story
no matter how intense
would have been short
and sweet
and contained
i'd loved you like a 4 day get away
like relapse
like your dance
your hands spinning into mine
but i know
nothing about your rhythm would ever lead me home
nothing about your hands would cradle me pacific
you are night star born for New york city
san fransisco
las vegas
somewhere where the lights are bright
and never fade
i am blue tornado settling
i am the kind of woman who wants to sit before and after sitting
you cannot stay
and i will not let you
not here
take your dance to continent
ill keep playing the same three songs we memorized
if you listen
youll know
im always here

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