Ive told my share of lies;
I'm not ashamed but I've grown to despise
untrusting eyes.

and as I look into yours
I can see how it all should have been
but I still cant give in.

and as we talk
our eyes dance
rather trust in fate than chance.

I wish it could be as simple as
a conversation and a smile...

smooth skin,
lust,
and the kiss behind your ear.

we still smell like work,
taste like flesh,
finish fast.

But, now it's all premeditated,
awkward and hesitative,
hardly even know how to laugh.

its happened many times in our dreams,
but in the end,
it's exactly how it seems.

12/06/2005

Posted on 12/06/2005
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