Damn.
Written in a book years before time. A book held to my chest like blood.
A book I sang my life into.
Whether it had open ears or not.
I suppose a while when I was young,
I dreamed up someone who could recollect me.
Recollect a small cause with no boundaries of life or death.
Hopeless, lost and dead.
Such a long wait and already so far into the part where I give up.
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"A rush like silver,
a touch like gold,
A bottoms up smile-
that never gets old.
A look of uncertainty,
a hope with no cause.
A journey to a fever,
there awaits no pause.
eyes shut tight,
but it'll be okay,
we'd both get hurt,
if we had it our way.
Suppose I feel wrong,
I wanna shut you out.
And keep you in,
'cause I can't live without.
Deprive me of my head,
you make me lose sight,
smack me into wonderland-
drown me in the night.
I got black frames,
I trust to reside in you,
hide all your words-
and tell me how you do.
Get me up like the sun,
push me into a pool,
freeze my hot breath-
I'll admit I'm your fool.
stop me short-
you could laugh in my face,
how I can do it to,
No point in the chase.
Though it's got me bad.
I'm scared to let go,
to submit to submit.
******** up my flow.
I asked and now I lay angry.
But laugh because it's okay.
I'll always get it wrong,
But laugh because it's okay."
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Ihatewhenyoudothat.
It feels too right. domokun
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Thu Jun 25, 2009 @ 07:18am · 0 Comments |
