December 22, 2009

Skin touched skin and it burned until late that afternoon
All I could think about was wrinkles pressed into sheets
And how it felt to wake up, just like that.
I’m afraid the songs we want to hear again are too different, are we just being shallow?
Bouncing between honesty and assumptions I like to think we are learning now,
(With clean sheets, there is nothing concrete)
I’m up against that empty spot again, with nothing to reach for
And just when I thought there wasn’t any more room to grow.


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