Monthly Archives: May 2010
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her skin smells sweet like cinnamon
but was always bitter on the tongue
she had memories folded in her lap
from the short time she was young
facebook profile says she’s happy now
so i guess that means it must be true
never mind those scars upon her heart
she tries to cover up with new tattoos
and that guy she’s been with for minute
they finally married this November past
i can’t help but wonder now if she has
entered a season as barren as her last
i wish her the best and conveniently
i forget my number in this exchange
a sea of faces has my world shrinking
too close for comfort too far for pain
so we remain in this awkward state
i feel like so little time now has past
just lay low until her outward gaze
or maybe another ten years has past
~wwb
atlantic sun (improvisation)
life is a song about slow change
ever refusing to say our name
and the ostinato that caries us
it grows so tired all the same
take these hands and wash the blood
or just stay here and take this cup
in this garden show me how much
… i might mean to you
i want to rise tomorrow and greet the sun
must everything come undone
need i really lay down and close my eyes
or shine like the stars in skies
i have never seen and wont tonight
everything could be just like…
days that flew by ’till the night came
when you whispered my name
came close enough to carry
this slow song about change
took these hands and saw the blood
and still stayed here to lift me up
in the river showed me how much
… i might look like you
and i want to rise with the atlantic sun
everything has been redone
and i want to lay down and close my eyes
underneath pacific skies
and i want to take hold of your hand tonight
everything could be…
alright?
