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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Sep 07 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.07.06.54.382]] |
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Your smile is pressing against the doubt that lingers lazily in my mind mixing what I miss with all that went wrong Your words converge to a point and hover in front of the wall I have built because of cold kisses and lavish longing (The past is never far) yet I feel that I could rest in your arms (arms that resemble summer at its most beautiful) and placidity would place its perfect breath deep in my lungs (if only I knew if those arms would welcome this weary soul) I see in your eyes a sincerity that is more real than anything I could ever grasp with these damaged hands (on my way home in a train window my reflection melds with the city lights to form something unfamiliar; would you be able to find me in this mess I have meticulously made?) For so long I've unwillingly been freeing myself from forgivness I'm tiring of cold sheets, and empty bottles, I'm tired of choking love under the cover of smoke (smoke that rises from a fire that consumes my heart with transparent flames) I will abide with hope at the end of the road if for no other reason that a need for change Well Maybe, you'll change me Maybe, you'll save me (You are a root that rests in all that is right, So can I call you home?) |