there are no words to espress the loss i feel since youve been away you made this typical sad song a physical classroom where i learned nothing just flashes of your face
brilliant minds with pretty faces never cry
inertia kisses those around me
and if this clock keeps ticking away will time be hesitated of all the minutes that were taken away will your watch be waiting sand falls through time portals these landfills- inmortal and if this clock keeps beating down let the branded time keep playing of all the minutes that were taken away will your watch be waiting
there was iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - and unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime
im wary of opening to anyone or anything that will depend on me to come through i dont trust myself to show up i dont think i have the capacity for big love
i need you to cut through the drama walk directly on the fiber of feeling and stay there as if pain and grief are no big deal- as natural as chasing squirrels
when i say no ....dont hold a grudge. when i push you away....come back. look beneath the surface of things at some backward-spreading light i am not aware of.
dreaming isnt black and white
nothing hurts like nothing at all when imagination takes full control
its a backwards attraction to my forward eyes but im so farsighted that i cant place trust in what or who i recognize
im aiming to please way off target
as we grow older the truth will be understood cause we never turn out the way we thought we would
there is a crack in everything and thats how light gets in
im convinced that my heart is either on permanent sabbatical or missing some essential ingredients- the ones that allow normal people to take risks to discern the bad guys from the good to say come closer hold me go away.
i feel utterly exposed as im peeling back my skin and opening myself to the center were wounds are born.
brilliant minds with pretty faces never cry
inertia kisses those around me
and if this clock keeps ticking away will time be hesitated of all the minutes that were taken away will your watch be waiting sand falls through time portals these landfills- inmortal and if this clock keeps beating down let the branded time keep playing of all the minutes that were taken away will your watch be waiting
there was iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart - and unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime
im wary of opening to anyone or anything that will depend on me to come through i dont trust myself to show up i dont think i have the capacity for big love
i need you to cut through the drama walk directly on the fiber of feeling and stay there as if pain and grief are no big deal- as natural as chasing squirrels
when i say no ....dont hold a grudge. when i push you away....come back. look beneath the surface of things at some backward-spreading light i am not aware of.
dreaming isnt black and white
nothing hurts like nothing at all when imagination takes full control
its a backwards attraction to my forward eyes but im so farsighted that i cant place trust in what or who i recognize
im aiming to please way off target
as we grow older the truth will be understood cause we never turn out the way we thought we would
there is a crack in everything and thats how light gets in
im convinced that my heart is either on permanent sabbatical or missing some essential ingredients- the ones that allow normal people to take risks to discern the bad guys from the good to say come closer hold me go away.
i feel utterly exposed as im peeling back my skin and opening myself to the center were wounds are born.
0 comments:
Post a Comment