the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Baby Face

Remember that dream you had
When this time, for once, you weren’t so mad,
Where you met her again
To make the same mistakes again?
Let’s be vague together
As we share this stage together,
Since it’s so hard to silence the beast
And despite these cracking guns,
We are so far from peace.
The iron of your barrel,
My bayonet's teeth,
The irony in your idol that would soon set you free,
That would not let me be,
That pulled us apart when we were just getting there,
Because we are too old to dream and too young to care.

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