(Between you and me)
November 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
Finer things up ahead, I tell myself this.
I think I’ll take my time as it really isn’t you like the real you, I’m after.
Now pay attention as this is the loudest I’ll ever allow myself to get.
All kinds of me is wrapped up/caught up/shot up good.
Lit up audible beacons; your thoughts are drawing me, stirring me-Just go.
Like I said, it isn’t you, I’m after.
You will never see me.