His voice delicious with depth,
calls my name over an over. It rings even now in my room, the tug of clothing yearning to be off. Let's revert back to the beginning, when we were clean of cover. Waves of pain ripple 'cross the face of mine, As does the thought that this is just, another scene to you.
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Potent eyes
They finalize Once I realized I was mesmerized Though they ostracized What was actualized The were truly lies Should have realized. Living in color,
momentary absence of grey-scale. Everything is illuminated, everything, for now. "Pick your favorite star", you say, mesmerized by you, I am, on the cold beach, we lay, on the cold beach, for now. Distance a virgin pain, attachment, just as well. A suppressed deja vu, False innocence, for now. All in the same,
are we all in this game? Mad, crazy, driven insane, can't swerve out of the lane. Conflicting membranes they say, "<-- This way --> That way." All to claim the same name, just to start a new game, again, and again. What to do? No options, just a catch-22. The taste of gratitude,
drove her towards you, satisfied sweet tooth. Adrenaline rushed through, the feel of something new, the feeling of feeling you. She thought she knew, she thought she knew. 'Twas just a ruse, 'twas nothing new. Emitting vibes,
airy and false. Rectify, rectify, innards turn and toss. Burrowing into depths, that of which cannot be reached. Cannot be heard, cannot be found, for it's too late, cannot be teached. You will hear, at least once, of a "blissful ignorance". Fear though, to discount, As pleasant Utopia may seem. For you and I will carry on, with such rare confidence. Up high I lie
Can't lie I'm so high I lie oh I lie I'm not high Always high Up high here I lie Lie high You're why. Always they fly,
like birds in the sky, one in a plane, the other driven insane. A family to be, he flew from the scene. Broken pieces, she swept away, consequences, on delay. Puff puff, sniff sniff, gulp gulp. She beyond repair, he returned from the air. A stranger in our eyes, come 'morrow filled with tears and cries. One bird's flight, led the others too near to the sun. A lesson to be learned, you can't always run. Always they fly, like birds in the sky. It's now I who takes flight, out of the dark, and into the light. I miss it.
I miss that something, the drive. To be better for you, drove me to wake up. I see everyone one with someone, and I'm still here, and you're still there. I guess I thought it wouldn't last this long, but every minute passing cuts deeper into this unhealed wound. Why am I complaining though? Pity me. It was my fault anyway. My mind never quiets, unless I'm high. But I have to come back to reality, at some point. Which only ends up hurting more. You listened, I ran. Now I want you to listen, and you're listening, to her. |
Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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