Jan 20, 2006 01:32
spread like quick disease, like fear
severed heart with anxious scars
i could never
keep
you
here
this love is too lean
on a day, a sordid dream
you could be a pinch of gold
but things are never
what
they
seem
i'm swallowing time
you cannot find me there
great gap of thought
please lay me to rest
sometime soon
i'm chasing a moon
that never shines
your hands brought your heart in all
down along a broken way
now your guard will never fall
this love is too lean
this love
is
too
lean