Monday, April 4, 2011
It's just the giant you live next to, turning in his sleep.
It's just the waves you dive under, crashing against the shore.
Just a bad day at an office, you might still work at.
Just a few thousand hearts not beating.
Just a million days lost beneath the waves.
Just some pictures on the TV.
It'll just be us.
Written by Me at 8:08 AM