...and
I went to bed
without a thought
of what you never said...
Your life is a ship in a bottle
...and...
I'm trying to shake it...
Trying to move the waves
in your heart,
turning it back
to what you once said...
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Hibernating... like waiting.... for someone...
or something...
like footprints in the snow an unfinished piece of art like movements without progress walking over my cold damned heart...
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