My heart hurts to beat
and this room grows so cold, when my heart can't find my head
and my feet can't find the floor.
Dizzy spinning sickness like kissing in the dark
open windows in the rain, and you standing on my poorch,
spinning spider webs like words that mean nothing in the back of
my mind, quick write this down, I might forget it later.
Later, that time so close but far away, when we both will be leaving
and sunshine slants through prism windows, distorted colors can never
be the same again.
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Written May 22nd, 2005
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