Wednesday, April 05, 2006

You'll forget I love you
and not believe a word
when chemistry and
moonless sleep scrubs you clean

You lack a history of
believing me, so all the
systems tried and true
work tirelessly as you mill about

doubting. Wrestling aged
troubles that come your way
make them recovered and weighted.
And I carry them too
agreeing there are monsters
and other phantoms

It only takes daylight to
slay them, but while the
sun's away, I'll hold you,
whispering my voice
a mercy.

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