Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Pester
You never forget those
Dreamlike moments.
How you float like a
Ghost by his side while he
Waxes philosophically
And slowly speaks as though he
Wanted you to read the
Words as they fell
From his mouth.
I'd pick them up, hide them
In my heart, until the
Day I would take them
Out and wish to ruin them
Simply by repeating them,
Trying to recapture their feeling.
6-8-08
Dreamlike moments.
How you float like a
Ghost by his side while he
Waxes philosophically
And slowly speaks as though he
Wanted you to read the
Words as they fell
From his mouth.
I'd pick them up, hide them
In my heart, until the
Day I would take them
Out and wish to ruin them
Simply by repeating them,
Trying to recapture their feeling.
6-8-08
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