Wednesday, January 26, 2011

91. Lusting for wander

Miserable midnights, laced with a longing for passion.
Spoon fed stories, poisoned by predictable tongues.
The silence speaks, much more than you.
The truth leaks, far less than your fiction.
Leave silently.
No goodbyes,
less than necessary.
Forever forward,
blame the backward.
Curse the stagnant,
embrace the desire.