Tuesday, September 23, 2008

roll.

missing here.

friends to laugh with
sadness so often you might wish
something else.
thus you feel that work
was never better; loving to think it wasn't
there at all.
leave you all or nothing
there has to be something
better than this.

could you cry like maybe this
here won't be a problem,
then again
losses that you could take
will be born anew half-stepping.
weak to be with complaining.
moments to be with
wouldn't mind
and you be with something else,
someone else
not just here
and of no circumstance
it is just the same as me,
i wish it wasn't like this place.

anymore than a metaphor,
kisses still there
then don't mind me at all.
since i always ask like you would too.
i could probably disappear into thin air,
or crawl into that place inside myself..
there is something better than this.
not alone perhaps maybe we will find it.
moved and be bruised swollen,
maybe the problem wasn't there at all.