THe NotebOOk
Friday, January 16, 2009
etch your/my heart into the sun
unravel what won't come undone
wear cold shoulders in your sleeve
we will give no one reprieve
dasvadanya there's no grade
for the monstrous tides we wade
in the murky depths we ride
out of the darkness, we can't hide
stitch your/my mind amongst the stars
live beyond their forced par
cement existence within glass
crying out "i'll never pass"
when all the while. looking hard,
time was wasted, no regard
for your hope, everything you need
to not get by on naught but greed
wrap your/my soul around the moon
our satellite that shows her wounds
in beauty that been ever praised
alight to all the faults we razed
emmaculate, destroy our youth
and say, "it's wasted, more vermooth"
never thinking what it could be
to show yourself in company
¶ 7:29 PM
