When you slam your door
you keep out what you want in
the face of the person you love
And when you drown yourself in sub suburban duty
you silently suffocate
till all but lifeless is left
a man 'o war is what you once were
but peace broke out
and killed you
Now
An unrushed touch and a friendship ring
in a small half lit room
is all you want tonight and forever
When you sheer the grass and fix the gas
you inhabit a steady house
and
like a dream come true
the face of the person
and the spark she riddled you with
lights up the endless bore
When you slam the door
to keep out what you want
you snap two hearts in four
Monday, 6 December 2010
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