| Cut Down the Flowers |
[Sep. 16th, 2004|04:13 pm] |
So I turned around, so I saw you, helplessly moving your hip trying to gain my shrieking highs from our love making. Poor baby, waded long way to find me, pained soul and heavy eyebrows, bousing into our karma, inevitably delicate... But I love you, with all the pain I could ever imagine since the day I was born. Deteriorating my faith by your cynical being, every day, every single day. Did you say a sorry? Let me sit on my balcony until rain falls, until we are together entirely sincerely, never apart.
Those flowers wither then bloat, into my eyes, I hope you grab me before I slip out of your fingers like drops of the last summer tears, I hope your faith in me as illuminating as the light in a foggy morning.
Until I myself understood my garden, running to the unknown, to the hollow unknown, running out of my own prison into the wide woods to the wild destiny, I breathe you, with all your past hoisting in the yeasty society, you with all your unforgettable, concocting some whole new stuff... Isnt it just life? Isnt it? |
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