Thursday, April 23, 2009

Sun for a Pale face

A song with no words

Holding onto your broken legs

This time is never going to turn backwards.

Tempted at ringing ex lovers at the sign of

Loneliness

Who can build alters knowing they have a

Past?

I will kill these dreams if I must

To love you for one more day.

Interact with the men you have shown

Attention to.

There is no beauty in the words

So we don’t write them.

Just music.

Only music.

Pop these fingers because they hurt from

Not touching her body for too long.

This deception is too old

I become a quarrelsome hero

And thick blades of hair beneath my fingers

I havnt cleaned them in months.

Don’t tell a soul our bedroom secrets

What whorish charms you have used to whoa me.

To draw me in deeper

A girl alive must not love like you love.

But they do.

Tying another great song to the this memory

I will hate it in months to come.

Little notes when I realize you’re not

Laying next to me.

“I’ll be back soon my love”

And then they stopped.


Pacific Kingdom pg 72

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