Thursday, October 15, 2009

first incision

i can memorize these lines
"i love you" a hundred times
and as long as it rhymes
who cares if they're all lies?
so pretty picture perfect
but are they even worth it?
when you recognize the smell
in your bed of someone else
it may just be your head
or the smell of cigarettes
so send me your last kiss
kept with the things i miss
wait for the sun to go
up all night out my window
i never see the stars
they may be bright but they're so far
i was juggling all my plans
until you took me by the hands
and said all the things you said
rolled me over now i lay dead

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I write not to make sense but to lose it.