Your seasons have never left me
and you can't sing tonight or anyother night
you can't sing your lonely song to it's entirty
You always learned to collect your woes like broken ribs
never staying long enough to let yourself grow back
youralwaysmoving
And
I'd close my eyes and hold a piece of you,
my pretty shell,
to feel you diminish from my palms like hot sand
Indecisive if the burn consoles or stains me with
the shadow of your name
While..
underneath this paper skin my blood moves eagerly awaiting
the ripple of your touch
patiently waiting for:
the way your silence sounds like dirty rats
finding little spaces inbeteeen tree branches
to HOWL your pain
(my favorite sound, my darling )
Your only here when you cry
As I..
continue to write the words you never had for me
leaving you in the corner of my mind
soaked in your only fear
S o l i t u d e
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