it’s all I’ve got to offer
this is all that I have left
a little song and dance
for all the little kids
beauties in the eye of the bewitched
and I’m cursed by dissonance
conflict will not rest
so I can’t rest my head
every evening
lasts well past the twilight
and morning comes without warning
to alarm my heavy eyes
shed light upon the night
that I wasted once again
another breath to pull in
hold and let out again
they call these thoughts deception
depression and lying to myself
but hell
this is as content as I get
anger grinds my pearly whites
sadness gnaws at me each night
and smiles come out once and awhile
for the most part
I sit still and solid
wondering on something
that may never happen
could have and I missed it
but listen
that’s neither here nor there
--
he’s still biding the time
to take her home with him
find out what’s under that skin
if there’s a soul between those legs
or a black hole waiting
to take him by the waist
and pull him all the way
inside herself
who can say why he’s afraid
love was never running away
it was biding time until the right night
when everything fell into place
with his face against her face
and her waist against his waist
think that sex is worthless
or think it’s worth too much
when touch becomes the basis
or everyone’s relations
there’s no relationship left
just that awkward intent
that want to feel that want
and forget about everyone else
think that love was lost
along the way to her place
or it fell between the car seats
or it slipped under the sheets
either way
it went away
and got replaced
by fucking...
nothing
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