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Wind likes to whisper and wings like to molt
well Im one who freezes
with out touch
The fasination never fails
to leave me on pins and nails
if I could have some one to love me
but I wait and I try
to look and be surprised
when others dont really under stand
The sun will sooner spin
and heaven let me in
than every one to understand
a quieted place by nature
further barren by nuture
has brought my heart to be the color it is
a Black peice of cole
which occupise my soul
and had stopped beating some time ago.
a babe crying in the forest
would eventually be silenced by the birds
then the coming of healing words
those that I wish for so much
are gone and out of touch
Out of love and care
The smell of saturation in the air
The rain comes to bring me compainy
to bring me a care
a whim to others
and lets me know
that Im this alone.
Some times I wish poisen would spread
like one epidemic
Into the blackness of night
because I know it will never look back
or think twice
Its reason is reason
and its existance would be owed to me
poisen leeking, dripping, crippling
is not what I really need
The serial ideal is immited
but it bleeds out and is lost
lost
lost like me
for I am the verry thing
lost.
 jpat16 · Mon Apr 30, 2007 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
