This time I intend to drag you down
into the chasm of longing I've harbored
for so many fragile seconds

I can't settle for being another girl
I want to be a piece of silver glass
lodged between your indecisions

I want to bottle your quick wit
and the way the word candle sounds
rolling off your tongue

galaxies are going to implode
before this uncertainty rights itself
and you finally come to your senses

11/08/2003

Posted on 11/08/2003
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