the truth
I wrote a thousand songs
all in bits and pieces.

each one a hollow tribute
that would fail to encapsulate you.
so they crumpled and broke
and were swept away
because
well
they never said enough
never told the way it felt
left stunned and staggered
everytime skin felt your lips
when these hands caressed your hips

when a soul screamed out for joy
at the thought of your embrace
or the memory of your face
the remembrance of your taste

enough to fall to knees
just beggin', please
for just one night in your arms.


the truth
that night never came
and the dream was swept aside
numb cold bite of solo nights
and the dream it stayed the same
but we changed
from out to inside
and
bit...back...every
scream and cry

and silently...crawled away

06/16/2006

Posted on 06/17/2006
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