20110101

sleepwalking

there's this peculiar sound that's very similar to silence
and its always me pushing the door open and closing it shut

you stand there and tip toe around the fact that the water is filling the room

you are so beautiful
and it hurts

lets sleepwalk
with our eyes closed
holding hands
safely secure

this could be beautiful
this could be love

this could be a disaster
black and blue death

but right now
my hair still smells good
and your warmth feels like home
my bones are new and undiscovered
and your mind is a mystery

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