Sunday, May 15, 2011

The place where thoughts go to die

deeper than how you dream to mean it,
we wear these skin and bones away
not growing up nor old, 
time moves around 
but there are things those hands will never touch,
like you touch me,
and wanting, 
This That I Live and I die for
The Words this tongue cant twist to sound
even if I did mean it,
everything I know and nothing
feeling the way
this oxygen you call life is simply fuel
on fire.


  1. hi, i really like this and the bear one.
    the pic is nice too. :)
    ive always loved black hair