only finger tracing tells

cuddle with your pretty little shadow

kiss you with a p.s. "bye"
you may have been but i'm done
fear the yearning and keep me posted
as a quiet comes over the sea
i like the toy animals in your songs
your complete noah's ark
collection of noises
nothing more than new silences
i like walls better than rooms
made of definitions too hard to define
i'm keeping this world's windows closed
let your body fall like the bloody knife
with your lazy grasp of gravity
now prop yourself up against the wall
i'll use your notes like stepping stones
but i'm aiming across these lines
i hope you don't think i'll ever be found
in the present again
where your lies can see mine
faking a choice to keep passing time
holding the hand of an exhibition
of an image of a picture of a girl


found an unfinished note to myself
all it said was "i don't remember what i meant"

posted by fakeplasticstars at 12:04 PM