30 10 2010


If it takes a tragedy
To finally make you see,
I’ll step off the curb.

If it takes a crime scene
To show you what I mean,
It doesn’t matter who takes the first swing.

If it takes a permanent sleep
To hear you speak
Words you’ve hidden from me,
I already feel fatigue pulling the ropes on my eyelids.

And when my bones have turned to dust,
And these words are rust,
It is then that you will know:
I have loved you all along.



One response

31 10 2010

This one sounds familiar for some reason. Not saying you ripped it off from somewhere, but more like did you write this in a notebook/song that I read?

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