capsized
right here, inside my head
falling deeper within, again
I think you heard me right
what were you thinking
did you feel anything, this time
or was that me, strolling along as I normally do
side-kicks for fun and for whatever feels real
yet, real-like doesn't do me,
doesn’t cut like before
not like Klondike bars can

ice cold inside
sweet and soft to the touch
melting on fingertips
rushing,
gushing so much …

I wanted the dream of omelets at midnight
champagne for two when there's nothing else
kissing of lips in a wild, frenzied mess
but loving it, fan the flame
racing towards the lapping water's edge
as the moon's glow trades places in that tight cinnamon squeeze

there's no easy way to say this
so I might as well, just fill in the blanks
good pranks are not my style
and yet you drive me to bits
left me for, who knows and who really cares
life is too short for this kind of shit ..

08/11/2008

Posted on 08/11/2008
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