the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

A Year's Pass

A year's pass and the colors sink into the carpet,
What has absolutely floored me adorns the burnt display of a broken past
A magic act of smoke and ash.
If I could only
Ask that you could have known me
Take the wheel that would have drove me towards anything that wasn't colder
Than what this endless night has shown.
Now I'm on your shoulder, surrendered to how you've grown.
I will never know,
And to do so would mean certain death.
So I caress the edge like broken glass
And bleed the past in frozen breath.

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