Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Brothers on a Hotel Bed

by Death Cab by Cutie

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Because I'm not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes
But these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below

Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for
Both a beginning and an end
But now he lives inside
Someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motorbike
With your arms outstretched, trying to take flight
Leaving everything behind
But even at our swiftest speed
We couldn't break from the concrete
And the city where we still reside

And I have learned
That even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men
Because now we say goodnight
From our own separate sides
Like brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me
As our December sun is setting
Because I'm not who I used to be

4 comments:

  1. di kinaya ng brain ko sor--paki-explain?>hahaha

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  2. awww. beautiful poem..sarap talaga magbasa ng ganyan...

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  3. Wow.... you're getting better at this.

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