domingo, 9 de enero de 2011
eyes as candles
Don't fight it, don't bother an inch for another.
Don't listen, don't hear them, they're in this together.
I've learned well, now hear me, there's much to be fearing.
I'm used to your absence, your faceless distraction.
I've painted your problems but found them attractive.
Now I've been leaning towards a life far more caring,
thrown back through the dark with your eyes as my candles,
and your life, and my life, directions can render.
And all of a sudden you left me to handle
the reasons that never forbid me to (step out?).
And somehow or somewhere I found out the secret -
To say it aloud without actually breathing.