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Thursday, October 18, 2007 pretty lies in a pretty package maybe that is all i am... sometimes this life makes me feel like - you all make me feel like - this has become a routine of varied spaces and endless intervals. you've grown comfortable with these words and they rain off your backs like splashes of warm water, but do you ever actually think about what i'm saying, does anyone actually read or understand? tell me who to be and what you want me to do. these walls, these words are burning holes in the past and present mirrors blemish the memories we treasured in our ignorance. would you call this a mask? hide behind my honesty, a new kind of lie. this tide washes away the painted canvas of our tapestry entwined, yarn of love and betrayal majestic in its bloody perfection and reflective impetuousness. give up your questions (questions i could never answer) and love. dance in this pale moonlight and awaken to the indifference of this tired nighttime, the one you thought so powerful, an embrace of forgetfulness and loss (we're all lost souls walking between the street light's halos of hope) liquid dreams dribble like morphine in a sterile room and every hope was a fleck of amber in these brown eyes. would you call me fascinated? i am your lover (oh noose) i am your slow decent i am the ending of a beginning forgotten in the misty mornings where we lay wrapped in twisted sheets and in each other's arms and listened to the waves of the radio and smiles in the memory of times we'd hoped for something more than just mere existence. who will i be when life is in my hands? will we survive these mornings (you would kill for this just a little bit, you would) intentional ramblings and explicit truths we sought to bind in silk and present prettily with a ribbon and a word. by K @ 6:53 PM |
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