10 February 2009

flip-flops, tank tops, and a little bit of rum

it's easy to say I've forgotten your words.
you speak so loudly when I have no actions to reference.
Do I know You?
You wouldn't dare, and yet you did.
I refuse to settle for your shackled refuge.
My faith is in the creator of the colors perplexing your winds.

--

Waiting
as the clock goes
tick
tock
disillusionment
dashed so easily upon rocks
tick
tock

No comments:

Post a Comment