Maybe it’d be better if I sat and downed a bottle of wine instead of letting my heart cry for one that was never mine.
take a minute, swallow the lime
pray a little and cover my soul
heal, gods speed dear. live, not with fear
bound to fall and break, drown and self detain
an eye for the unknown, an ear to the unseen, a mirror…she’ll keep you sane,
but, even the bearers of dark and broken souls understand love
those of wretched hearts feel ever so the more, ever so bitterly, it would destroy a child by a whiff
a cunning punishment to the good, plausible cruelty perhaps.
I heard them say love also chooses to love,
I also know it’s never been me.
maybe it’d be better if I lit a joint and smoked my memories away, rather than let my body break for the tear in my soul.
get baked, let the brain mush
get laid, lend the body away
genuflect before her, after all you share a bed
so lay with passion, lay with care
a whispered rustle, so many will scare.
shine,not too bright…hide, right in their eyes
hold a hand, one you’ll severe
one with an ache to take, so you’ll appear
feel it all darling, rile with the fire inside you
let it rain harder, snowstorms just a few
leap should you, a dagger you shall bring
swim to the deep end, snip from a loose end
hey love, let’s gets wrecked.
try to keep me high, if then I shall fall
kiss me forever at this ball, hope huh?
a luggage full of songs, just a mite of heavenly calm.
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