We are bordering on
each breath
and mistake
we have ever
chosen to take
and each breath you
take towards this chest
awakens solice as two.
We stop to
remember
every footstep
we had never made
would lead us here
and every
unforgiven moment
no longer matters.
your hands curl into mine
and time is lost
and you breath into me
and into me
there you are.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
resting in the palms of your hands.
and I am laying at your feet
forgetting forgiveness
wasn't something needed.
and my heart
has seen better
sides of the sun
Maps could not
tell you where I've
been since then,
since Autumn came
early
and winter
passed just as fast.
But
you could trace my veins
and make a run for it,
they would tell you
I'm headed west.
we never knew
talking American pride
and these walls,
and we could never
have that kind of pride,
like those soldiers
our brothers.
But we could know pride
of other things
without guns
without armor.
But they wouldn't salute us
and we could only be
enemies of this state,
of our own
breathed
ground
and rock
and morter.
But we will still march
we will still march.
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