its a strange thing
to chase enlightenment
follow a dream
and oh so accepted
this flight filled being
how then
am i finding
these guts pushed
so low
theres not a thing wrong
why am i on the floor
in the throws of my pity
he tosses me about
i feel no more
mercy
and dismiss all doubt
I know there is love
but i'm to weak to say
i've suffered my romance
and still took this chance
return all the favors
these trinkets of gods
that have marred all my living
now
left too blind to see
I suffer
withdrawals
that no drug gives reprieve
and ache from a pain
that no pill can relieve
no priest
and no martyr
just me
and my shadows
they quietly company
where ever i go
and as high as the skye
and as deep as the sea
maybe
someday
someone
will learn to love
...
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If anyone needs to learn to love it's yours truly. Can anyone teach me?
To Kismet... learning to love is as easy as finishing a sentence... follow through dear one and you will have what you seek... it exists beyond the boundry of imagining... for when some one says they "love you deep as the sea..." simply say "high as the skye" before love passes you by.
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