a real class act

someday the words will all compile here. said i could match myself A to B with you. in the end that doesn't hold sway. a resounding note, a pressing thought - they don't connect. when it comes to a heart that waits compared to a heart that wanders we miss the mark completely. been crying for days now, and too afraid to really let a soul know where i'm going. could keep asking the same question that not even your faintest and quivering voice could answer. waning moon, could i have a little more time? come fall lifeless calls will nestle their way into your inbox. deem it a home, call it a life. miss the comfort of the clock in the cornor and a green light asking for a go. walking on ground far too unstable to hold such heavy thoughts. pensive. can't speak without tying suttle slander to each lasting remark. reaching for the glass to toast the light of a former spirit. lost in a short time, we give a thank you to the memories you made for us. shameful somehow the ride ended too quickly, so would it be too bold to ask when the wild became the tame? defy what you know, and dispell what you think. you're rude and predictably hard to understand. falling over myself after tripping over your words is the only thing i do well.



always thinking wrong.
don't blink.