Apr 3, 2010

The Sky(line) is Beautiful Tonight

I don't adore snapping fingers
or blown kisses or harsh words.
Not like I adore lilies or
"goodmorning, sunshine"s or
second chances.
I'm human too, most of the time.
Tell me to jump and
I'll say "goodbye."
Expectations escape me and
don't believe everything you hear.
Or see. Or touch, taste and smell.
Nothing personal, love, I'll
question it all.
The sound of the rain may still
make me cry but don't think
so much - you're not to blame.
I'll show you mine
if you show me yours first.
But battle scars don't impress me,
baby, everyone's got them.
Still, I like the sound of your voice
so, can you kiss my cheek,
tell me the story
one more time?

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