i don't remember what it was exactly
that made me fold so carelessly
chasing highs and lows into corners
never quite playing with a full deck
but pushing harder nevertheless

you can not contain sanity long enough
in hands alone, empty & running
out of time, out of my mind, out of
excuses to make these blue dreams
turn red again, slipping in & out of
beds again and you can not turn your
head and wish it was all a waste of
time looking at me out of the corner

of your eye i'm only trying to be some
thing beautiful and complete but even
you know what i can become between

the sheets.

04/01/2008

Posted on 04/02/2008
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