Communication by Vikki Owens
I pull our tin can phones
between the trees
and you dont even know
who's at the other end of your line,
but i've been telling you
time and time and time again,
my friend,
im here for you.
but some how the communication
gets lost
in the ether of
the fog and transparencies
of relationships these days,
my god,
i never hated you,
oh no,
no i never hated you.
even though you were so childish
and so adept
at avoiding
anything that ever meant anything,
and after all i tried to gain for you,
all i tried to fix us,
i never really could do us any justice,
but it was only really gravity pulling us from the moon
to the earth,
never really amounting to what it was really worth.
and its okay,
no its okay,
i swear to god, my love, its okay.
i'll love you forever,
and i'll never forget you,
but i swear to god i'll try to move on,
move on,
move on,
move on,
move on.
10/26/2009 Posted on 10/27/2009 Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
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