Monday, June 21, 2010

eighteen.


The past is just the future with the lights on.


"Take this letter and slit your kiss,
Let the words pour from between your lips,
And fill the page with words I can't accept,
I've got letters of my own,
It's like the last real thing on earth is falling free,
Gravity, don't fail me now,
I'm scratching the surface again,
But never breaking in,
Watch the stars close for a sign from the heavens,
Codemn the lying faces hiding their cards,
But I'm no better behind a guilty hand,
Smiling in between sobs,
Trying to regain the happiness of which you've been robbed."