And you are my wheel,
a perpetual example of the witnesses
set to pull down an empire
of flat ironed hair
and unknowing eyes.

You slip into a part of my soul where i cannot find you
become obsessed with the indifference of the
pressure your secret presence
puts and disperses across my spine.

I hold my breathe and wait
for the day someone asks me
to wish on my eye lash
and wait to have nothing to say..

the theft is quick and clean my friend.

and i wait for the day i can sell my
waining youth
to win back my words
taken by hints i ignored
and the pieces i have let wash
away in the sparse rain.

04/21/2010

Posted on 04/22/2010
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