I should have found a way
to bring myself home,
where I could see the stars from my window
and they would sing me to sleep.

I should have bottled up the
breezes, that lifted my hair
and kissed my neck. The soft,
caresses, blowing the beads of
sweat on my nape, disappearing
into my skin.

I should have kept us there,
where you would throw pennies
at my glass, and I would meet your
lips in seconds. Our faces
would shine in the moonlight,
and the night would last forever.

Those were the days;
a stupid lyric for the blind truth.
I should have left breadcrumbs, poisoned
to keep away the birds, and luminescent
to see in the darkness.
Take me home.

04/12/2008

Author's Note: a lot of reminiscing being done tonight.

Posted on 04/12/2008
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