Thursday, November 03, 2005

can you suggest something better than this,
an insincere moment, on the floor,
will you pick me apart, and walk away?

for the feeling that i am have here
run away, because at this time
the moon is shinning brightly,
and cast down from the stars
i wander.

i wear this pose every day,
and stranger still, is my demise,
a peculiar face stares back in the mirror,
but its not mine, not at all.

play this dancing song with me,
and at the start of dusk,
my heart will go out the door,
leaving a broken man here.


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