Tuesday, April 27, 2010

what's his face?

There are black colored windows

Which are hiding black colored walls

I see your mouth moving

But there’s no sound at all

The web is thick and hopeful

The moment seems ripe

When I wrap my arms around you

You vanish out of sight

Questions queens and qualifiers

All so queer without you

When the moment came to rise

We chose to stumble & fall

Verdicts are often passed

Without much thought or worry

When its all a forgone conclusion

Why try to fight an inevitable withdrawl

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