Sunday, July 25, 2010

What Keeps Me Awake Keeps All The Boys And Girls Awake

Thrown soft into the
tundra of post-midnight,
I sought my desires out
to warm me into sleep.

Yet every time I got close,
your face collapsed in, and my
skeleton was pushed away
by the gravity of morality.

But I kept going back in,
just to get a glimpse
into your too-good eyes,
like wells of sunlight.

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