We let the embers of the morning under our skin as we woke to Autumn
I remember it like it was yesterday
Only it was yesterday and god I think I forgot it already but man I can remember the city lit up when we strolled through.
That was then…when the embers of the morning shook us to our melted cores.
But now.
Now our kerosene soaked kisses get lost in the sky
Your whiskey tongue is searching for mine in a complicated swing dance neither of us knew the moves to
And I’m learning…
That there are times we get left with holes
And people will always be trying to fill them with their belongings things making less into more
I’m filling my own this time.
We can do what we want for once.
And baby if its something you’ll regret in the morning…sleep late.
Cuz the morning will bless us again in sizzling embers a nighttime fire dead now before us.
Dizzy in the sunshine creeping through that window when all I want to do is find that fine line between being alone and remembering you.
Sometimes…you’ve got to jump and enjoy the free fall.
October 20, 2011
October 02, 2011
The Season of Cleansing
October, be kind to me.
At least help me find my way through this sunken night sky.
So take what I got because the more I give the less I gotta lug around.
Here are my half-truths my broken down lullaby-"kiss me one more time"-good nights and all the other stuff that kept me from telling the truth,
I will give you the palms of my hands the bend in my neck just give me in return all the summer one-night-stands-and-secret romances-under-football-bleachers-kids-with-braces-making-names-for-themselves-in puffs of cigarettes-kinda love.
Or at least a momentary prayer to a Maybe There God that these times we hold hands, will make up for all the bad things we both know I’m about to do to you.
Be kind to me.
Grant me a cold night that fits just right October. I’m not giving up on you. If you could just not give up on me. You are my reckless choice you are my something uncomfortable so give me your scars you hold as craters and Ill wish I was more sorry. And you'll say this is why we don’t hold hands any more.
This is why your teeth chatter when your want to be kissed.
October, be kind to me.
At least help me find my way through this sunken night sky.
So take what I got because the more I give the less I gotta lug around.
Here are my half-truths my broken down lullaby-"kiss me one more time"-good nights and all the other stuff that kept me from telling the truth,
I will give you the palms of my hands the bend in my neck just give me in return all the summer one-night-stands-and-secret romances-under-football-bleachers-kids-with-braces-making-names-for-themselves-in puffs of cigarettes-kinda love.
Or at least a momentary prayer to a Maybe There God that these times we hold hands, will make up for all the bad things we both know I’m about to do to you.
Be kind to me.
Grant me a cold night that fits just right October. I’m not giving up on you. If you could just not give up on me. You are my reckless choice you are my something uncomfortable so give me your scars you hold as craters and Ill wish I was more sorry. And you'll say this is why we don’t hold hands any more.
This is why your teeth chatter when your want to be kissed.
October, be kind to me.
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