Dirty little secrets are only romantic in the movies because this gnawing feeling in my stomach is getting stronger now//the roles we play are growing stagnent now;;;this city has offered locked doors and hands to sever ties without a thought///i had a dream last night, fueled by rum and rage, in it we crawled out of bed into the street outside your window..and on that crowded street i told you that i couldn't stay and disappeared into the crowd///seperate dialogues slurred into one;;somewhere between the street signs and stop lights i thought of you until brake lights broke my train of thought...and and we begin to (we) rush in, rush out, rush under covers to hide from the rain and restless memories...this is growing old too now//but getting back to whats important....in my dream i told you i was leaving for something better and as i bled into the background i said im sorry you were never what i wanted....

12/24/2006

Author's Note: it all comes so easy until i expect it too....

Posted on 12/25/2006
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