Sunday, October 11, 2009


the horizon is waiting
for a pretty girl like her
i will watch until she crosses
with her wings spread

these words dangle from my lips
like a cigarette
left unattended

'i inhaled a girl
like smoke
but she left my lungs
just as easy'

i wonder if she can hear me whisper
in whatever bed she's sharing now
cuz she will never see
the way my eyes glass over
when someone says her name out loud

these lips still taste like hers
though 300 days have passed
without a kiss
my memory won't release her
long after my arms did

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