You live your life for the stage
Til your kidney floats away
Thrown in a car accident.
A time for art
A time for living
Sometimes the two can be conflicting." - Chinawoman, Russian Ballerina
I’ll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.
In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children’s carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin’ well.
I’ll be looking at the moon,
But I’ll be seeing you.
Miss you terribly already,
Miss the space between your eyelids,
where I’d stare through awkward sentences
and avoid through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter,
when we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn’t sleep for all the heat,
soft talk began to harden.
Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,
as we rolled in early morning,
Miss your arm dying beneath me,
as I lay there simply yawning.
you know there’s still a place for people like us
the same blood runs in every hand
you see it’s not the wings that make the angel
just have to move the bats out of your head
Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget.
You’re giving me such sweet nothing