if I ever get to break away

Sep 14, 2010 12:11

we've been walking these grey walled hallways
tight knit cording bracing up
no matter what the sound, it's only you
of waiting for your blue coffee mug to turn that corner

you were pinching your freshly pressed hair between your fingers
terracotta window pane coverings & a hollywood past-time
all we have are the memories of our motions
some that ignite, and others that distill
the soft and the quick, so plesant to re-live
but I sit clinging to you-the way your skin relfected the room
and the longer I remember, the worse you feel

you had me waiting in a caged parking lot
you had me racing for the plane
I spent three days on an antique green couch, picking out the threads
waiting for some message to be sent my way

you keep flying between your ocean and northern rivers
i'm up here by the bay, counting the miles you've travelled around me
tonight I am going to get over you
finally wash the clothes we slept in
all those years ago
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