by | Jan 4, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

i cant see anything
for these eyes thats sparkling
this nighttime syndiciate
has all the reasoning
cold air the warm breath feels
my time is not worth leaving
my time is not worth giving
every love
seems to pass this by
even though my mind is tingling
my thoughs are worry worth having
my reply to a well spoken being
cant quite always look
this seemingly repeating hook
all out and none to have
this time i’m coming back


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