winter run

outside the window
is white cold tempura
while inside
they’re playing your song

the lights hurt in my head
from last nights latest mess
and this ink
it just wont rub off

she dreams of spilled wine
how it happens all the time
with arms polite enough
to take her straight home

now
I wanna run again
with my head high
and my arms spread
into all the parts of your soul
the ocean she is heavy
and I wanna take you with me
but you swim
where your hearts made it’s home

so
when I run away
I guess I’ll be runnin
alone