Thursday, December 29, 2005

You

You


On the day you tasted love, there was
A blanket of black
From the fire in your tracks
As you crossed all those rivers
without ever looking back

The smoke from all those burning bridges
Has spread to your gun
And it's blackened-up your lungs
And you cough and sputter
before you set out to run

From everything thats bigger than you
But theres nowhere to go
And youve got nothing in tow
But you still worry
about what all there is to show

Your eyes water and you taste the tears, but
You only cry through your teeth
You were never much of a thief
Because even a criminal's
got to understand grief

You can only understand your hands
And what they can reach
As you soak them in bleach
Ignoring the other senses and
the pearls they can teach

You've just got no time to listen
Well, that's what you said
As you got ready for bed
Closing your ears on the wounded
so you could leave them for dead

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