Thursday, February 14, 2008


Perhaps I am not sleeping
Perhaps I saw what the sky looked like
Before anyone else was awake today.
Perhaps the shoes you bought me
Were too big
And I was too polite to say.
Perhaps I can't stop listening to a song
And the neighbours must be tired
Of me always pressing play.

Perhaps I wrote a message in the dust
And promised to be better
But then wiped it away.

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