Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The lies you speak so casually are all grey hounds to me.
They are full of filth, made entirely of black webs
spun by the widow like venom to blood - yet;
speak them to me - whisper them in my ears so
only I can hear them.
Although all this time I've been waiting for you,
perhaps it has been you waiting for me.
Give me a silver drop of your time
and I will treasure it till it gleams gold.
They are full of filth, made entirely of black webs
spun by the widow like venom to blood - yet;
speak them to me - whisper them in my ears so
only I can hear them.
Although all this time I've been waiting for you,
perhaps it has been you waiting for me.
Give me a silver drop of your time
and I will treasure it till it gleams gold.
what we could have been, 9:11 PM.
