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Thursday, October 11, 2007 you are everything "this is what living like this does" so time after time again of technical loss of words and thought that we trapped so deep inside it all came to nothing and never meant a thing (like everything else) we're slaving away hoping for a chance to prove ourselves at the expense of everyone else and these words are bleeding out too fast. the world is spinning like we had been drinking but i never felt a thing like this before, twist scape through the sunlight and let the leaves get caught in your hair. the most beautiful thing in the world a perfect scene. what would it take to have this music through our lives in a day of sunshine (you shine so bright that your truth overcomes all of their lies) and flowers and the two of us together lost and laughing in the grass. what would it cost to see the ocean reflected in your eyes (i am weakened by the force of your eyes) and my own heart beating for every word you say. the touch or your hand would mean anything to everyone and we could stand in the sand and maybe i could see your smile once again... and once again maybe i would be able to smile. if this was the last day would you regret a single thing you did? because lately it feels like i am stagnating. the same music is still beautiful but everything else seems to be fading. new people that don't mean anything, do they notice the pauses, the moments of silent insecurity and the stretches of disinterest? its just a fragment of what's to come and i'm still on the verge of letting this screaming psudo-individual bleed me away and leave me lifeless. (what's the point of it anymore) and i was wondering if maybe you were just like me tied up and broken down behind school yards hiding in the back of a van just waiting to state that deep dark addiction - whatever it may be. i was wondering do you hurt too? cause maybe, just maybe we could hurt together and i'd be just like you. what would it be like to bleed together on the same stage and just forget it all for long enough to smoke a bit and move on. what would you trade for a moment of perfect bliss in the midst of such turmoil as this life (oh if you only knew all i've been through and how long i have waited for you) has been for me? by K @ 2:25 PM |
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