I found this…
Originally published at When the lights go out.... You can comment here or there.
I don’t remember writing it, but I’m sure it was only a few months ago. Eh:
i wake up spent from the morning,
yesterdays clothes and taste on my lips
you walk so soft and oh so closely
you name a whisper to those who see
hair the blinds like the sun so slowly
never get a glimse without skippin a beat I
wander round to hide all my failings
but that not enough you see right through you see…,
travelling down stair waking backwards
tripping and falling till i crack my head
wasted was a dream though it fell so softly
creeping up I knew it was gone