To the woman in the back, who's back is turned to all bull ,all the lies, all the ones who disguise their eyes with hopeless attempts to try ..to.. bring..down..her..sky , attempts in feat make us leap cause we weep for how sound for soul is so sweet .......so sweet the look , the taste , sound of her voice , her face. Shes beautiful beyond words , what words can describe , that smile , that laugh the look in her eyes .. She feels so out of place, out of time and of place but her place is here. Her problems are clear,
she got all them...but the problems not her its those who can't withstand the volume .....of her smile her soul that breath taking face, her love , her hate, her warm embrace.
Now if you cant see what we see in this one from many to few , then all points she's worth it to us because she
you......
WowZeR$--
Thursday, February 17, 2011
2beat defeat
1 ,2 ......1,2..........1,2,3,4 I move to keep myself from hitting the floor, I move to the speed of light, further from spotlights , quicker to and from your sight.
The beat of the drum , the kick , hits me quick in the back of the head, like a shot to the heart I'm dead......
From all those times I run from all those people those places all those times and faces......discraces...akward phases...indifferent cases.....
I run like para pa pa pum to that beat of a drum in to the sun I run , looking for that sunset.........
The breath escaping my lungs from the run is as much as the songs sung..... out loud,so sad ...now I run ... the burning in my lungs is like burning in my heart hung , from this noose, put to "good" use time and time again , like myself used .
Like a broken record I repeat repeat to the beat beat beat of the footsteps carrying my feet feet foot,
head to toe gasp for air I go , forward to and fro .....slow down lil engine your times just begun.
The book read love is just a passage that rung your name, your time your number. As I stop my feelings slumber
..beat beat beat....goes the heart to my feet....and the defeat of my heart yet again keeps me on my feet
The beat of the drum , the kick , hits me quick in the back of the head, like a shot to the heart I'm dead......
From all those times I run from all those people those places all those times and faces......discraces...akward phases...indifferent cases.....
I run like para pa pa pum to that beat of a drum in to the sun I run , looking for that sunset.........
The breath escaping my lungs from the run is as much as the songs sung..... out loud,so sad ...now I run ... the burning in my lungs is like burning in my heart hung , from this noose, put to "good" use time and time again , like myself used .
Like a broken record I repeat repeat to the beat beat beat of the footsteps carrying my feet feet foot,
head to toe gasp for air I go , forward to and fro .....slow down lil engine your times just begun.
The book read love is just a passage that rung your name, your time your number. As I stop my feelings slumber
..beat beat beat....goes the heart to my feet....and the defeat of my heart yet again keeps me on my feet
Three words
Three little words.....I wonder.... three little words .....I curiously ponder........three little words that make me flip trick and bend, three little words that push me off the deep end.
These words upon words that make me think , make me sink , make me pass to the brink of the edge of this cliff, I wish oh I wish this was it.
From what's right timing and right for me , makes me decide half heartedly what I should do, the view that is spewed whole heartedly with effort .....my best attempts at effort , to evade her , explaining all the emotion I take in , not knowing they faking all this beacuse these three little words.
Those words flourish with wishful thinking, excessive drinking, hurtful feeling and broken hearts shattered in to pieces , molded by three little words in to chokeable pieces , that brings us further between us feelings of passion now leave us ,please jesus just save us for the price we pay is now tameless
......three little words I hope to hear ....in my ear....my heart..... my soul.....to never let go.....three little words.....I hate to know , I love you .......but you say "I don't know"
These words upon words that make me think , make me sink , make me pass to the brink of the edge of this cliff, I wish oh I wish this was it.
From what's right timing and right for me , makes me decide half heartedly what I should do, the view that is spewed whole heartedly with effort .....my best attempts at effort , to evade her , explaining all the emotion I take in , not knowing they faking all this beacuse these three little words.
Those words flourish with wishful thinking, excessive drinking, hurtful feeling and broken hearts shattered in to pieces , molded by three little words in to chokeable pieces , that brings us further between us feelings of passion now leave us ,please jesus just save us for the price we pay is now tameless
......three little words I hope to hear ....in my ear....my heart..... my soul.....to never let go.....three little words.....I hate to know , I love you .......but you say "I don't know"
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