Saturday 18 June 2011

seagulls

it's too quiet tonight, so i'm restless
always moving, i'm anything but listless
you're everywhere, you're all over
curled inside my sheets, backlit in my mirror
you're inside these songs, it's feels as though
each word was written for me and you
this one particularly, and it frightens me
but breathing steady, here is the only place i want to be
with you, tightly coiled, where the moon has stolen light
so i'll play it for you, when the time is right
and then you'll understand what i'm trying to say
when i'm barely awake, at the end of every day

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