I always manage to forget
that the world I love does not exist
because the world in true is full of ghosts
of both sinners and the never-kissed
The world I love is green and blue
and oft takes on a reddish hue
and she promises a stoney-smile
where memories only last a while
But the world in true is smokey-grey
that lingers like an open wound
it sparks and burns then fades away
for nothing here is long to stay
Our poisoned food is roots and sand
and our welcome home is jealousy
for if you find repose in a lovers hand
she'll cast them off like sea from land
For in this world where fortune's cruel
and the air's awash with boney-dust
happy is the lonely fool
who speaks in tongues of moss and rust
But in between my lack and toil
sometimes I see the black clouds part
I feel my toes claw at the soil
as tears bleed from my weathered heart
And when at last, to sleep I try
I fight the dreams I can't resist
for there is no color to the sky
and the world I love does not exist
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
I always manage to forget
that the world I love does not exist
because the world in true is full of ghosts
of both sinners and the never-kissed
The world I love is green and blue
and oft takes on a reddish hue
and she promises a stoney-smile
where memories only last a while
But the world in true is smokey-grey
that lingers like an open wound
it sparks and burns then fades away
for nothing here is long to stay
Our poisoned food is roots and sand
and our welcome home is jealousy
for if you find repose in a lovers hand
she'll cast them off like sea from land
For in this world where fortune's cruel
and the air's awash with boney-dust
happy is the lonely fool
who speaks in tongues of moss and rust
But in between my lack and toil
sometimes I see the black clouds part
I feel my toes claw at the soil
as tears bleed from my weathered heart
And when at last, to sleep I try
I fight the dreams I can't resist
for there is no color to the sky
and the world I love does not exist
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