Saturday, January 3, 2009

The Dead Travel Fast

I saw you there in the corner of the room
Legs bent up at the knee
"The dead travel fast"
I heard it when you looked at me
The quickest way into your heart
Is the day I leave and my soul departs
Just scatter me like the leaves
All wind swept and hell bent
On getting caught up in your eaves
I likened you to a fish in the sea
I likened you to an owl in a tree
But darling its not you its me
A thousand times and I'd try again
But I am likened to the tree
10,000 leaves
And I can't even pick out me

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