the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Mix Tapes Mixed Me Up

The deed is done
And along goes the quiet one.
In this world,
The unsettled must rest.
In this girl,
Swallowed in her heart
Was the best of me.
The rest of me was left to pass
These steps were paced and retraced
I'm taking it all back.

The memory is what I keep
The memory, I won't let leave
The memory is everything
I thought it used to be.
We never learned to need.
We never learned to speak.
You were right,
It was all a dream,
But I've got my witnesses.

Now I can't know what your business is
Dressed in suits of spider web spun,
The green-lit fog is moribund,
I am the Gatsby and you are the sun.

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