Awake6:48 May 24th, 2012 | 0 notes
You search yourself and don’t see a thing. All that’s left, is his offering. You cast a net and hope to catch what you had spent and she had lacked. Her muma cries, she strips him down, the chair that broke falls to the ground. She leans him in to kiss his chin, his burnt brown locks, her heart spread thin. The prince is dead for all to see, everything that wasnt me. House of hearts come down so I can see my fair lady’s he breathes for me. Handcuffed to the stars from overseas, and there’s nothing more. And I, want to find me. All this time has been nothing more than growing pains, I won’t accept what I can’t change. I’ve been made to see, that the rug we cut was more than luck, I’ve lost touch with yours and my reality. So pinch me. I heard a knock from down the stairs, I can’t afford what’s she’s selling. Our bodies sprawled across the floor, she kicks, we toss, we still need more. Distiller by snow in great white plains, across a map not much has changed. We pay the man to be amazed with smiles that last for days and days. The sheep had doubt but I lost count, their laced with color, I’m all out. And I, want to find me. All this time has been nothing more than problem free, missleaded bent poetry. I’ve been born to see that the rug we cut was more than luck, I’ve lost touch of yours and my reality. Reality, you defy me - FS |
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