do you see whats been done here,
do you see the writings on this wall,
believe me my cursive could be better,
believe me when i say i am at war with myself,
what are you after?
are you another sidelong glance, are you another rollover,
tell me honey, what is this disaster that you are courting?
do you know what kind of shape im in?
these days, dilapidated and frowning, how this harbringer
of cold days does flutter,
this shutter-speed is a disaster, i cant catch you,
i cant catch myself.
i am a snowball down a hill of perpetual backsliding,
i too am an anchor, just like he was. i will only drown you darling,
you can take that to the bank.
you can cash in these cumulative sins, worth a pretty penny.
my face may be worth a thousand words, but my heart isnt worth any,
my slow-handed lover.

09/06/2012

Posted on 09/06/2012
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