you were never home right here
and i guess this is why you've
started running, you'll be back
some day, you say but she will
miss every breath you'll take
away from her heart;
she has grown to love you but
you needed some time to grow

come back soon, she'll wait for you
while you're out there afraid of her.

I will clap you on the back and wish you luck,
my fingers retaining every last bit of memory
we'd had;
the tiny cracks in the skin on my hand are
a perfect match for
a roadmap of the streets we've traveled-
but i guess you've been down
every one
and haven't found a god damned thing to stay for.

07/26/2006

Posted on 07/26/2006
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