friday | october 29 | 2010

pedal to the meddle.

we all long

to be told

that our beloved

will stick beside

us always. we

find such hope

to be fulfilling -

"the stuff dreams

are made of."

but does any

credibility exist in

someone who pledges

all of time

while driving away?

is my incredulity

an angry act

or remorseful response?

or is it

simply that i

am too afraid

to be the

one whose heart

speaks quickly while

a lead foot

finds his mouth?