Figure the riffs, standards, could you pick out the specifics ?
That just ecstatically engulf the thought in flames-- that you begin to regret later ?
It doesn't have to be regret. It doesn't have to be anything.
Not if you don't want it to.
Frame the perfected image we've nailed over the years.
I could only imagine what is it imploding under the layers.
Would I be taken aback, or move in for the kill ?
Or would I do nothing at all ?
I think if I was to hide, you'd find me regardless my motives.
You'd find me.
I don't ever hesitate. Why would I ?
Say there the sun lies-- the seagulls ring-- and a face no ones seen in years.
Would it be I, who stand in triumph ?
Or the ocean buzz ?
Because I think we both have shared enough noises.
In the right and wrong way of course.
As however it pleases you.
I've come with a box. A letter, and a diary.
But we can counterfeit the time-- with a kiss goodnight.
'Cause I am afraid.
When the time comes it will be a spit clear image.
It could materialize, it could love, it could be embracing, it could be treachery.
As long as it fits.
And when it does, so will everything.
I just could picture the floor.
And nothing would happen.
Not if you don't want it to.
It could rip me into pieces. It could run me down. It could end me right then and there.
But thats why.
That's why I don't doubt you.
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I'm not sure what I was thinking about when I wrote that.
Maybe I can read it in the future and understand it.
It just sorta came out. ~ROFL...
oh those mosquito bites. hahaha xD
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Fri Jul 17, 2009 @ 08:18am · 0 Comments |
