Wednesday, 1 April 2009
01:40:53 AM (GMT)
Gentle mind turns gentle skin
Gentle feelings apon a whim
heartfelt songs and poems galore
some for love and some of gore
though still we play this game of sorrow
and hope we have someone to love tomorrow
Tragic tragidy like unearthly desires
hearts beat so slow like the pulse of eternity
breathing in the warm cool air
and breathing out a shivering stare
steam from your breath, in hot summers night
ice from your veins, freezing inside
pale blue lips, and hands so cold
frost-bitten pain for only the heart to hold
spreading around at a slow steady pace
can't stand to be.. inside of this place
locked in my mind, so full of confusion
the only relief is a poem of passion
in stillness and silence the pulse becomes weak
as blood from my veins begin to leak
this is a tale told quite to often
and it only ends with a coffin.
old old olddd one! ...
Depression... side effects of impressions on the heart... heart bleeding going
cold... no more blood left to hold... lieing inside.. saying its alright ... but the
mask that wears ... is the one that crys these tears...
You call my phone and nobody answers... you wonder the things i want you to ... am i
alright and do i really love you... i sit in my room crying alone ... while noone's
home... searching inside myself for a reason to answer the phone... the ringing stops
and you've given up hope... just as mine returns ... jumping at the phone... wanting
to hear your voice no matter how much it burns... then all i hear is a dialtone...
everything goes silent... even my pounding heart goes quiet... tears are frozen deep
inside ... from the extinguished flame you blew out tonight... thinking back on it
you push it away... nagging deeper into your brain... do you want to know ... is it
over... or has it just begun for us and then.... the rings start ... its your turn
to choose... answer the phone ... or are you that hurt by the bruise... praying to
god ... saying please answer me just one time... i need this moment .... right now
right here... to survive all the lies... that are meaningless ... to us...
Tell me what you think of these but nicely please? ...