December 31, 2009

kissing it.

goodbye, 
two thousand nine.
hello, 
two thousand ten.

- he says.

in my place, in my pants.

sorry i just couldn't change.

just yet.

- he says.

will i be the king lost-lost forgotten someday?



- he captures.

it's a filthy secret.


- he was snapped.

try honesty.

forgive me dear,
but why should you bother now?

- he asks.

why would you put me through such torture?

language of a lover.

as you're dancing naked,
you swooned me like no other.
you exposed al the boundaries,
from a tiny lens.

my head,
it hurts.
my soul,
it became a curse.

i am tanning my skin in the rain.
take the best mugshot of me if you could.
well if you see me,
just drive on by.

years of dirty needles,
raindrops running through my veins.

damn right i've lost my way.

- he says.

it's my time to dream.

make me believe that this place is made by the poison in me.
help me decide if my fire will burn out before you can breathe.
breathe into me.

- he says.