Moving On
They say that you never really move on...
How
hard it...
His voice
is a siren's song...
If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...
7-31-2013
I know how it feels...
Fifth of gin and a night full of sin
I look down at the glass, and then at my pale...
When I was born and your eyes met mine
for the very first time...
Tonight, I will dance
to the tune of Cuban beats...
See, I used to own a
heart but even that...
Well here we go again...
jumping into an endless sin...
Holding my heart in the palm of your hand,
You mapped out my future...
My heart told me tonight, "stop writing about...
that "repetition only makes you revisit...