Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Berlin: Long Days and Cool Nights
Alone in a city where everyone seems to be in love.
Where are you sleeping tonight?
My bed is so full of ghosts,
Nesting with my sleepless nights.
And yours is so full of hers.
Between the bruises and the teeth marks,
there's a silence that strangles
my frozen heart.
I find myself sleeping on the bus, in class.
Anywhere the noise is loud enough,
To keep the silence at bay.
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