10.13.2009

speeding.

come on, come home.
pen and ink won't break your bones.
soft and white.
covered and shaking.
come on, come home now.
i didn't mean what i said.
i glanced at all my options,
and suddenly you were dead.
speeding everywhere i go.
i just can't seem to fly too slow.
come on, come home.
there's something tied to my neck.
but you are just a stone.
i speed too fast.
the front of our ship's mast.
it went up in flames.
it took on water,
and you are to blame.
a ship is supposed to be safe.
so come on, come home.
before we both weep.
come on, come home.
we both need some sleep.
i died to you one day.
you died to me, too.
but the difference between us is
i came home and you never knew.

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