Wednesday, November 10, 2010





Bedroom

If I touch your face, 
Will you believe we are here
Somewhere in my parent's house, 
In the room of mirrors
I've invited you again,
To visit me close, 
Cutting the veil,
It's a violent thing

-And the dreams begin 
to blend with reality

These reflections aren't true to life,
But they're all I now see
She lingers above
I linger below
I'd burn in your form to be
Three walls of glass 
Reaching a new height.

"Lay still this night 
As the angel passes softly through,
And falls all over you."

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