The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

After “The Piano”

oh funny song
about weeds and wind
you drag me
too far away
where I cannot eat
and I cannot sleep
but I see
me and him
in that far away place
just as foreign as the past
and as distant as space

I beg the world
to let us be
let us love in peace
just let the water sleep
don’t stick in your feet
and kick and splash
please let the water sleep
don’t remind me
of who I wanted to be

what are dreams anyway…?
please let the water sleep

written: October 8, 2012


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