October 25, 2010

chocolate mint

Strength came from golden chains that bind
Perfect words full of oxygen
A well crafted facade fits over the
Broken teacup shell

Now twist off the flavor of time
Forget the silence that cut both ways
Rumors fly the fight's already over
No weapons to polish
No routine to practice
Yet behind a rock, a tree,
Questions lie curled up,
Sleeping, waiting

So certain this is a bad dream
Patience can't find a drop of time
In the in-between

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