Travel and Teardrops
By Tim Pozzi •
I had some time to dance,
but you're fleeting in
and out and in
and out of this room.
You're wishing the truth
was easy,
like we made our own bed;
as if we could ever
dance again
or end it altogether.
Sever ties
and now the time has faded,
you're waltzing around
and trying to sound mysterious.
But hear me,
now we're leaving pages out,
starving our dreams
till they bleed themselves.
Horrorshow,
the more you know the
worse all of it gets.
Take me with you,
if you can.
If you can harness that
passage way,
oh if you could stay
just one more day.