Friday, August 30, 2013

Hardly Moving On, But Im No Saint

I use to have the prettiest of lovers
brightest blue eyes
and a light that shown for no other
she lost herself finally
she no longer shines for me

i still trace the lines of her jaw
the curve of her lips
and the cords of her muscles
in my sleep
she is still with me

the warmth of the sun rising
reminds me of long nights
tangled and lost in you
sleep no longer peaceful

i have lost myself among the insomniacs

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