Sunday, December 16, 2007

Five years out

Five years out, as they say,
Such a pretty face.
Wasn't sure what drew me
But one never truly knows such things.
Now where to trod, on such solid ground.
Too solid.

I loved you with a teenagers' love
True and hard and fast.
And I can't stop thinking about my own quick breaths


If you'll still have me, forgive the ashes
I threw in your face.
If you'll still have me, please forgive me.
I did some stupid shit to you.

Your face was on the insides of my eyelids
You kept staying the same and I kept changing
I kept changing and you were remaining
On my eyelids, every night.

Now it's different and something kept remaining
They say love only dies
if you let it.
Even five years out.