July 27, 2006
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Energy seems meaningless
Its so easily drained
Shall I crawl to the depths
And sleep?
But the voice smiling up at me is not mine
I have no voice
And I most wish to speak
To express
A moment
Why is it always a moment?
Is life only made of moments
Mere singular disconected moments
Nothing more?
The existance of the night gave me hope
Having escaped the unreachable
But now I am so wary
Of things one sided
Drift at the slightest warning
That my feelings lie alone
I do not know her anyway
But the moment...
Fingers entwined
Lips brushed against a cheek
Shiver
Just one moment against the void
Lacking the doubt in my vocal cords
Perhaps I am indeed trapped to written words
By long passed wounds
So I call against the mind-killer
To sound a note of true desire
That I see
More than a moment
Comments (3)
...I like it...
Your very talented
That's beautiful. That's rather how I feel lying in bed either very late at night or very early in the morning.
<3
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