By distant moon
Date: 2009 Apr 02
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[[2009.04.02.00.31.18762]]

Still I ramble on; tangled tongue

I'm sure that I am wrong here;
an inevitability.
But this feels so inspired and highly unlikely
that we would fall from the heavens
holding tight to our baggage
crash into each other
and find it lovely.

It's a peaceful retreat when we speak
and I could do it all over;
but I'm afraid we'll get weak,
and our troubles will grow...

Thank you, dear, for your patience,
with my wavering ways,
my fence sitting madness
in my darkest of days.
I'm a body of passion
and a body of chaos,
sit down beside me, love,
and just try to explain "us".
and let me know how it can be wrong...
when it's an obvious right,
and is it worth all this torture,
to continue this fight?

Still I ramble on; tangled tongue,
and yet my words just wash away...