Monday, March 23, 2009

oh, sweetie

it’s never been your eyes i mind
it’s not your mind
i want this for you and
we’ll fight together

it’s not the kites, they already fell, and
it’s not the dog, he was not born
and it’s not the mummies, they don’t
need our help to die

it’s just you and me
and we’ll fight crime together
and take ourselves under
with sightless wings

and breathe on pyramids of glass
until we have to wipe away the fog
and dream that it had never been that way, not
in real life, never for us, not us--

as if we were anything like
so mismatched, i’ll kiss your hair
and try to leave it up to you

5 comments:

Coweh said...

nothing has ever been so wonderful.

Ianthe Wilde said...

i love you

the unholy atlantic said...

excuuuuuse me i just commented on this, wat do u say 2 dat

the unholy atlantic said...

that one was written because i wanted to use the phrase "you wrote me." it's not about anyone in particular.

the unholy atlantic said...

ALSO i noticed you commented on "everything i liked has gone quiet"! you win