| Alone |
[Dec. 16th, 2004|10:37 pm] |
No need to understand me. We are on different tracks already. Lose my soul and let me roll on into my own high. Proud spirit, holding all my pain, silently fit in my cracked wall, no longer me. Alright, if the girl licked her icecream in the cold that made me shiver, I guess I could sing my heart out to celebrate such a loser. I pursed my lips to stare, everything at odds--who I used to be, I don't want to remember. It's already a mess, only being alone can save my shaking faith from collapsing.
Don't dare to approach closer. I know my smooth skin, I know how it feels in hands, I know how they want it... But my feelings are in a pause, numb and needy, a sweet ditty of the unusual way to live my life. Huh, the smooth touch of God, telling me all my wickedness, never sighs a clue.
The loneliness stops from the sunset, starts from every single moment in dream . There are so many sleazy hunks for me to slip down, but you were not there to judge me. You never really let me know your thoughts--things you randomly spit out, were not the truth that I am able to filter. I learned love in the hard way, perhaps worthwhile. I deserve a man good, a man bad, a man held in my warm chest--I'd soothe his soul the same way I did to you.
My fucking choice, my fucking suffering. Sometimes I give up my columns and job to find a heart close to mine but I fail inevitably. I stop asking why, instead, I think it's beautiful. The way we were together, enough to counteract my agony. |
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