Contemplating the Nothingness of Life

On the tip of my tongue, an offensive is poised and rearing... My intention, a bullet, my body, a trigger finger... my pen is a pistola!

Monday, January 16, 2006

AS BEAUTIFUL AS SHE

Neon lights illuminate
Her unblackened waves
her sweet breath
takes a hint of alcohol

Two stars as her eyes
Shy away infinitely in the night
They are distant and unknown
But they are happy to be alone

Still pictures in her skin let me know
The things shes been through
I assure her I won't let go, though
I know her wings will take her home

And if I meet her hand in hand again, I would ask her how, how she made it through what I'm going through right now...

Peace signs in her hands,
They let me know its alright
But I know that there will never be
Another night as beautiful as she...

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