even with the lights off there must be people awake .
there's not a thing i can do about it, i must leave _(
but i'm not interested in photos of all that , why do you insist on showing me again ?
__)
so we sat in silence for a while, and this settled me.
in my perfect world where i live when i fold my skin up and run away into late-night-lonelinesses every kisses are first kisses ;
and when something's gone wrong you can start again
and old men dream of daisies too.
__(of everyone you have my youth , you alone ;
__hidden away somewhere with your other scraps and papers.
__while the rest of us make do with the old man )
_____(who dreams of daisies too , but what of it , it was redder then)
i console my sister by telling her how long it takes to grow roots into a place ,
i'm distracted by distance(s)
me to you i once knew as a physical constant
spiritual certainty
_. . . _one hour's certainty is another's (__?_)
i wished i could cry into your chest
one day i'll feel better about walking into packed rooms wearing just myself
i ask my sister who will die first and she says she still doesn't know , but she's working on it
maybe you're the only person who's seen me be young in years _( you'd agree with that you'd probably like it)
but even you know it's dimming. __your eyes are sweeter to compensate
thinking of no one in particular i think: we'll dance one day my dear
delicate as lace and tender as memory , barely touching
of all my misunderstandings how i miss this one most.
there was once a time i could grasp things firmly
but when somethings go they take more than you expect with them
so now i'm colourblind
dance only when my back's against the wall .
when you next leave me i'll be ancient.
__( i'm sorry i missed my chance to be a sailor )
i tell my dad a story and he asks me to forgive him , i wrap the memory up and forget it for him
no young man can do that.
it's too hot to drive let's swim instead i suggest.
you stole three of my books but gave me three first kisses i still can't decide if we're even.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
nocturne
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"you stole three of my books but gave me three first kisses i still can't decide if we're even."
reviving memories ...
but even you know it's dimming. __you're eyes are sweeter to compensate'
I will even look over the misplaced apostrophe, because that line is so so beautiful.
thanks for the grammar-check selah! i should maybe start re-reading stuff before i post
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