Saturday, January 24, 2009



when I'm with you

you are all I want

and I could lye

in these dreams

and believe

in these sheets



when I'm without you

I cannot focus

The world is blurry

I forget I am alive

I become death

in it's earliest sense


when I'm with you

I could breath in words

and I could read the wind

cause I had something going

with the direction of these days

but I am easily buried

in linens and I toss

and I turn trying to find my own


lately, I cannot hear you

lately, I cannot feel you

lately, I forget you

and I am growing tired

all the while

but if I lose myself

in this image

of cotton and silk

I'd at least know

just once

how it feels

to sleep

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