Friday, November 18, 2011

...

The trees don't move
but the wind still blows.
Refreshing gusts
as the nicotine flows.
Can't feel my hands
as they start to shake.
Can't go home
don't know where my heart really lies.

Out of breathe as I climb
sunlight falls from the corner of my eyes.
Need to pack
can't stay here
home is where those are dear.

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