Thursday, December 4, 2008

checking my mail at three o'clock in the morning.

blurry eyed.
these are the hours i live for.
i'm alone in my room,
but digitally,
you're right next to me.
i can't fight sleep that isn't coming,
and tomorrow i'll have all day to work this off.
besides, your words are like the first toys i've ever touched,
i wouldn't dream of putting them down yet.
let's not be so far away from each other anymore,
i think i might like it here a little bit better.


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