FACE
May 12th 2009 01:45
A sky without clouds
is a painting without brushstrokes
faces come and go
ripples reflecting light
Because its wrong,
you want it
but once wrong becomes right
its no longer worth it
like a full circle
that got there
but feels stuck in the middle
you remain undecided
upon which face to wear.
A star waches
breath of cold night
on clear dark sky
So clear its waters
you can feel it on your skin
stars cold eye
blinks white light
blood covers the vision
in its darkest night
but under all its blue
in the end it'll shine white
focused in cool in winters night
a star eye watches for you.
is a painting without brushstrokes
faces come and go
ripples reflecting light
Because its wrong,
you want it
but once wrong becomes right
its no longer worth it
like a full circle
that got there
but feels stuck in the middle
you remain undecided
upon which face to wear.
Why dream such things that cannot be why so much yearning oh PHEWAH spit it out goddamn it, I know there is no why I truly know the why of the why dont get me wrong there....Even people who say they know why dont know and dont see the big picture the true meaning of why is just that it is, all that is good and all that it is bad it must be for any of it to be at all. But it makes no sense to yearn for this, this thing I cannot ever have and so out o reach to me....Hear me, hear me, read me and be me and know me.....The story of one that savage on a world built on emotions she that has her own will and gives none to her creatures.....Perhaps through her I will be known......
A star waches
breath of cold night
on clear dark sky
So clear its waters
you can feel it on your skin
stars cold eye
blinks white light
blood covers the vision
in its darkest night
but under all its blue
in the end it'll shine white
focused in cool in winters night
a star eye watches for you.
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