Monday, November 1, 2010

birds on her hips.

you always slept so soundly
peaceful as words on a page in your covers
you were my secret forever

the lips turned to teeth too quickly
reasons fell through the seasons
do you still think of me

I crucified innocence
tore my cuticles to hell
forcing you out of my head

I know the sun has set
on the beach we used to lay
I just wish I could hold you again

even if it's just to finally let you go

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