Friday, November 02, 2012

Where Have You Been All My LIfe?


Timing is a killer.
She has found us;
white knuckles and 
heavy breathed,
she has found us, 
incorrect. 

She has found us;
not in the same room,
she has found us ready
and overly groomed. 

She has found us;
fed us drops of poison, 
for two years long,
you chose the wrong cup,
you drank it up, you drank it up. 

Take your morning without a kiss;
Take it black,
with too much charm
   on ice,
too much harm 
   in parklife. 

My side of the door knob fell to the ground,
you couldn't get in 
and I couldn't get out. 

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