time: 11:59pm
music: sway - michael buble
mood: poetic
fewer than less words ..
dances into my mind.
if every other day
was nite
I think about this
dream where
black curtains fall
in my mind.
and,
the stars fall in millions
beautiful painting of love's suicide...
this solitary place
unusual
this. misplaced beauty
of course, you. an excuse to rewrite myself
the last drop of fear from my bottle
to dry to breathe.
complete erasure of any time left
to admit n' to..
bloom to wilting to love too fast
something, something
missing, I know of this
something, something
to wait to hold on to.
I call upon his love.
I break upon his kiss...
