Friday, October 8, 2010

The place is inside of me, like my heart Is inside of me.

The place is inside of me, like my heart
Is inside of me.
Beating.

Beating away while I go on thinking
About everything
But it.

Beating silently, until I take off
Running, like a kid,
Knowing

That it will leave me panting on the grass,
Listening to it
Pounding.

That is why I need you to talk with me
About the angels
We met

And the demons we left behind and what
It means for us to
Be gone,
Because I want to begin the rhythm
Of my future, but
The past

Still remains inside of me, like my heart
Is inside of me.
Beating.