maandag 29 november 2010

BURN MY LIPS DEAR PHOENIX

Dawn
My head feels ragged
I hear the streets
They’re awake
More alive than me

Tea and a slice of toast
I look through melted sodium and sand
And feel roped

Noon
Comes and I still feel the hurt
The sore beneath the skin’s
Like a fighter who goes for the win

Twilight
Comes and I’m still inside
Remnants
Of my past collide

I’m like a spy shadowing me
Colours turn grey
Treasures erode in front of me

Nighttime
Comes and still this emotional upheaval
A glass of wine to amplify my sins
I look at the ticket in the bin
And dream of my trek
I still dream of your breath
in my neck
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