the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, October 24, 2009


Robbing a heart for the sake of pursuit,
It's something worth getting used to.
It's something like getting used too,
Maximized efficiency,
Sooted signals from the chimney
When all you'd do is blow smoke,
Bad attitude from the cigarettes
That you wished you smoked.
I choked on the moments
I'd always try to take in,
And spin at your thought
To make you my world again.
I've got all the words,
But I'm holding the letters.
Green, yellow, red,
Where's your scent on my sweater?

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