By darwin Date: 2003 Apr 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.08.14.54.28563]] |
there is just a memory a memory of a discarded piece of clothing your button down pin-stripe blanketing my wooden floor your smile is a specter haunting the pearl grey mornings perhaps you live in the grains of sand beneath the painted walls i watched a glass fall in the dawn as you left the shards of glass piercing my skin as you, bloody and cold there is a memory of silence of peace that is yet to come for you are a thief who came in the night, and stole what wasn't his |