the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Truth comes from the swings of the pendulum...

For the sake of good safety
I'll make this one brief:
You are my lover.
You are my thief.

But ironically enough
You've got me locked up
And nervously pacing the cage,
I can no longer wait
On spin cycle fate
I'm itching to start a new page...

We're all getting tired,
We're all getting older,
But you're the only good weight
That has been on my shoulders.

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