Thursday, October 6, 2011

I've spoken the names of the stars by mistake
And if I did things its not by design.
I wonder though this forest
My minds a simpleton.
Lalala my wagging tongue
I drone on and on
Not minding where I step
Or that my words fall like bullets to some,
On houses and lives.

One hand weaves the tapestry of my dreams
And the other hand tears into disrepair.

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