lining the streets.
12/6/05
I breathe.
I can hear it
whistling through my teeth
biting my lips now
as it bleeds
no mind left
for you to read
I know what I don't have,
but not what I need
but if I leave
it all behind
you think
I could keep
anything?
Read
between the lines
lining the streets
just a crash course
towards where
we'll next meet
at an intersection,
where both roads read green,
but is it growth now,
or is it greed?
You're burning away,
and I'm planting seeds
for flowers I want to smell
and you want to pick and eat
And I'm hungry for something,
but still, you smell nothing.
12/6/05
I breathe.
I can hear it
whistling through my teeth
biting my lips now
as it bleeds
no mind left
for you to read
I know what I don't have,
but not what I need
but if I leave
it all behind
you think
I could keep
anything?
Read
between the lines
lining the streets
just a crash course
towards where
we'll next meet
at an intersection,
where both roads read green,
but is it growth now,
or is it greed?
You're burning away,
and I'm planting seeds
for flowers I want to smell
and you want to pick and eat
And I'm hungry for something,
but still, you smell nothing.
