Wednesday, April 15, 2009

the unsaid...

woke up a warrior.. broke up a fight..
drove through dull streets of little light..
dreamt up a dragon.. missed the last wagon..
for i 've slept through all that was right.. 

pushes and wishes.. little yellow kisses...
i 've waited on twenty odd misses..
tither.. hither... more i wither..

punch me in the dark... leave me in the park.. 
they will find me now.. out by the lark.. 
i record and play .. what cannot be true...
i record and play... every little hue.. 
voices have faded.. 

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