Thursday, February 3, 2011

On Your Skin

I'm not the same as before.
I've been changing.
How lovers leave at the door.
I've been thinking about those words on your side

And how they move with your hips
Like I want them to.
How persistent we've been
like dogs chasing mailmen.

When will this waiting end?
Hypocrisy on your skin.
Cause I thought it read
Love and be loved.

I know I shouldn't say
but I was happier back then in a way
I forgot.
but won't forget everything that was said and unsaid.

So won't you stay with me tonight.
One day soon we'll be fine.

I'm not the same as before.
We are different.
I guess I like my girls a little inked up.

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