Monday, May 30, 2011


I wanted to believe in more,
but I have to feel it all inside me first.
You move too fast around me,
The hands reaching out to hold you pass right through,
The lights blur the music fades to a quiet moan.
Deserving everything sticking like glitter
To the roof of my mouth
On a bad day
How nobody knows if this is for real.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. I'm still unravelling it in my head... I especially like your idea of music and glitter here...