Wednesday, August 1, 2007

The Difference Between A Parlor Trick and True Blue Magic

Do you follow the letters that my fingers are laying down? Is the distraction in the question... or is it in the consequence?

I once kissed the devil but the taste was bland so I'll stick to kissing Angels like you. NYC was a dream that ended to early. I want shut eye-lids and alarm clock anticipation.

Racing through the city, sitting in the back of yellow checkered cars. The take-offs are the absolute worst... but the skin from your shoulder to your ear makes it all worth it. I'm sorry for the way that my moods flicker on and off like an old light on your porch, but I know you wouldn't have it any other way.