Petty Crime
Wed, 4 Jun 2008 at 07:47pm
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Lets lynch each thought and wrap with wire
Weak culprits bathing in blue fire,
Our guiltless thoughts we treat like crimes
Deterring lips I thought were mine
And now,
Now we lie in separate chambers,
Our secrets on death row.
Protection is their first concern
Protecting who? I still don’t know.
Captured - left in dungeons
Sob feelings,
Whisp’ring blind beliefs,
Such awfully unkind beliefs
They kick at walls or softly cry
And soon,
My fingers slip between the bars
To burn cool handprints down your spine
For all the words I need to scream
Are proving difficult to find
But our skin can play nice notes
With bright keys,
Ropes
And darker jokes
They unlock hungry eyes
Lets watch confused clouds in the sky
As patchworks of our dreams subside
Tonight love,
You look so divine
I think we’ll make it worse this time.
But lets say,
We’ll make it work this time
Heartbreak stands before the court
The jury silenced: listen, distraught,
To the prisoners, hands intertwined
Awaiting death row.
And for what reason?
Now we know,
But it all just seems like petty crime.
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2008-06-04
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burning_sands
2008-06-04
ahhhhhh yes
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