Wednesday, October 31, 2012

These Days

"Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before
Kiss my tired head
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man
Come and lead me to your bed
You gave me hope that I'd not lost her
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile-
as I don't, I don't do too much smiling these days


She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know
"So the peace you had,"
she said,
"I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."

We're two white roses lying frozen just outside his door
I've made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?

Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I'm faint and fading fast, and I see a darkness
And I shall be released
I'll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan"

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