Words flow from your neck
Like bleeding broken promises.
My fingers try to stop the flow,
But the blood comes quicker.
I taste it when you kiss away my worries.

You are my last temptation,
Last original sin,
My last try to make you into something
I could claim as a miracle.
In every second between our lies,
I am reconstructing another failed love.

Whomever said that love was money,
And money your favorite attire,
Showered you with dreams,
I could never fully slaughter.
I like the way you feel
When you touch me and leave me.
You track me with your eyes,
Pausing between breaths to check your watch.

And you say it is fine to keep you always second guessing.
And so, I write you my angst on your thigh.

12/23/2003

Author's Note: i bought the wallflowers first CD from a pawn shop. Can you put a price on a dirge?

Posted on 12/24/2003
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