What We've Come To

September 25, 2008
Hours slowly slipping by
(No time like the present to waste).
Fights slowly losing sides
(Nothing sweeter than this bitter pill
To taste).

I think I loved you more yesterday
Than I ever could years from now.
Someday you'll swear at me,
Someday you'll swear to me
That this is all we'll make ourselves
Out to be,
That your eyes have loved more
Than I'll never need to see,

That your hands hold more light
Than I'll ever need to breathe,

That your touch holds more chains
Than I'll ever need to leave.

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