the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, September 9, 2011

Burning the Midnight Hour

I am an envious wreck,
Look at the passenger mirror
That shattered before I could check,
Friends taken fresh parts of my reflection
Without a ring to call myself.
Calm down and lie that you're good enough
Songs watered down when they were new enough.
The irony, twisted gate led up to the old house,
Smaller than what we remembered from when we were younger.
A tempered moon sat behind a temperate tempest night,
Drunken concrete granted footsteps a way out of tempting flight.

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