styrofoam kisses blew off and on
she says she's chaos scripted on tanned skin
if I could muster the mustard to smile
I'd know the weaker side of me would win
sea, the world, a vast ocean ever churning
you're one grain following it's motion
high hopes to low tides on the coolest of nights
you're not worth the breath, nor the commotion
You're not that moving
inertia bled too long for me
my feet move forward forever
no matter how sheltered the canopy
invite me in, the best in is out
though the trivial beg to differ, I've already been found
shuttered and whispered, it's a little dead skin
I want more than friction, beg me for solace
temporary and meaningless to an cracked chest
a home without doors is secure demolished
towards the east, I rise towards misfortune
waiting for myself, I'm south of future mistakes
directions give me nowhere, a shot in the air
hands earning comfort leave me the same
You're not that moving
inertia bled too long for me
my feet move forward forever
no matter how sheltered the canopy
invite me in, the best in is out
though the trivial beg to differ, I've already been found
Monday, August 4, 2008
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