WIP

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is...

The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky...
- The Blower's Daughter, Damien Rice


maybe it is not so easy
maybe it is not that hard
but my guitar sleeps in the corner
and i wake up with your taste
in my mouth

don't melt into this cloudy dawn
don't come so close and burn
as i reach out to touch you across
all the spaces you left behind
in my bed

it is not meant to be so hard
not meant to be easy
but we keep circling around
without song but in sight
of each other

my guitar sleeps
and all we trust is the silence
between us as the world
eggs us on to charge
and kill on contact

-- for T