Thursday, June 30, 2011

Silent in transit.

Your words go silent in transit,
vanishing slowly
through heat and air.
in that space
between voice and touch
I still listen
and wait for fingerprints.

"I got you
Baby I got you
Until you're used to my face
And my mystery fades
I got you
So baby love me
Before they all love me
Until you won't love me
Because they all left me
I'll be different
I think I'll be different
I hope I'm not different
And I hope you'll still listen
But until then
Baby I got you."

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