Sunday, February 13, 2011


Sometimes the tree bark in my blood gives me a rest.
And i think the earth is turning like it should.

Something like feeling warm blood in your veins and
breathing in copious amounts of water through the air.

(His face is sweet like it was months ago
and his touch like it ever was)

Something like coming home
and realizing it never was me.
Something like loving hard and knowing the moon is
just reflecting.

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