By Lock and Key - Unfinished, draft zero
Dec. 13th, 2007 02:37 amI walk these paths until
They come familiar,
Nothing but veins to my feet.
The names of my companions
Do not matter.
Whether it is you, or it is you
Time will be no different, and
In time the sand forgets
It does not name the footprints.
In my silent life,
That quells my soul in secret
I am at peace with
This: that how I want to understand
Is cheek to cheek, is
Mouth to mouth.
[When I am with you, I pretend to be content with my life. When I am alone, I pretend to be content with myself.]
They come familiar,
Nothing but veins to my feet.
The names of my companions
Do not matter.
Whether it is you, or it is you
Time will be no different, and
In time the sand forgets
It does not name the footprints.
In my silent life,
That quells my soul in secret
I am at peace with
This: that how I want to understand
Is cheek to cheek, is
Mouth to mouth.
[When I am with you, I pretend to be content with my life. When I am alone, I pretend to be content with myself.]