Monday, February 8, 2010

Purple Toes

purple toes

coming out of the ice.

peasants walking by

asking for a chance.

fire escapes

my torn lungs

and owls cry

in the trees.

running on empty with

fake words i don't understand.

silence is the only way

to truly make some noise.

a chance for love

and a good meal.

it's all i ever want

in this life, today.

good love comes

and feels like a dream,

but when it leaves

that's when life begins

to be so real. you are

the soul that feeds

my heart. and you'll never

know how alike we are.

purple toes fall off

my feet and ice becomes my blood.

chances come and then they go

and i never know what's right.

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