Monday, August 21, 2006

I'd Rather

(why am i into this agian
but i'd rather be here
than anywhere else)

This sorrow is killing me

When i see the pages
of my book yellowing in your shelf

Read to me the words
we used to utter while
waiting for heat to reach
our skin


if you must


if you must


when our bodies compel
to collide

( i know this won't last

but i don't care)