You could make me honestly happy
sure, and this glass is half empty
worried about my constitution,
not feeling anything at all

Distance is a safety valve
crossing that fine, white line,
I'll be standing back further,
smoke and fire, reflected in these eyes

This masculine beauty,
cold hard stubble,stretched weathered skin,
may be too much for me,
wouldn't even know where to begin

Running through these streets,
broken lights,refusing to blink
animal carcass, some leather-like skin,
love to hate the mess you're in...

That recycled look,worn and memorized,
a fleeting memory,
another faded goodbye,
broken glass,skipping track
smudged mirrors,bulging veins,
humanity callous, so shallow and vain

mathiasthom
written 11/17/08