No dice for the (so-called) statuesque
my body turns to stone
I fell in love (for a night)
just to blink my uncertainty the next morning in Morse (code)
Muscles tense to the tune of songs (unsent) --
my eyes see nothing but you.
and, I can't cry but for half a sentence; yet
crumble in my lacking repentance
to the world
for the beating in my heart being (poorly) spent
I am sorry but I hate you I am sorry but I love you I am sorry but I don't know who you are I am sorry but I am me
Do I dare listen to the fly buzz?
And when I see you dance I want to find a room. Maybe we can spend the night together? Maybe you'll be my impending doom
