beckon to me with quivering lips
as I stare into the sun of all my innumberable objects
that swam in the days in where
our skin would touch
and i laughed
and sighed
and told you that I think
your the moon thats cradles my bed
life in junction
life in motion
under my little feet
Im hungover
and i sing out loud all the songs that you
hate to hear
maybe you are not for me
nor I you
and Im just too much
Im breaking your basket with all my eggs
and my childhood is incomprehensible
and who I must be
clings to you shirt
and I am detached from your mind
I see you as I as my coffee in the morning
twice a year
and Im followed by herds of
paper , and no paper
simmer me down from this restless place
that isnt so restless
where i can turn off all these machines
so that I am detached from this
society
I despise so much
lay me out naked on a tree
but only by myself
and only with you
or you
I have found a new passage way
and I find my remarkable exsistence
pulled up higher
by means of these new words I utter
from pure distraction
this is my distraction
from all this cruelty
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
beckon to me with quivering lips
as I stare into the sun of all my innumberable objects
that swam in the days in where
our skin would touch
and i laughed
and sighed
and told you that I think
your the moon thats cradles my bed
life in junction
life in motion
under my little feet
Im hungover
and i sing out loud all the songs that you
hate to hear
maybe you are not for me
nor I you
and Im just too much
Im breaking your basket with all my eggs
and my childhood is incomprehensible
and who I must be
clings to you shirt
and I am detached from your mind
I see you as I as my coffee in the morning
twice a year
and Im followed by herds of
paper , and no paper
simmer me down from this restless place
that isnt so restless
where i can turn off all these machines
so that I am detached from this
society
I despise so much
lay me out naked on a tree
but only by myself
and only with you
or you
I have found a new passage way
and I find my remarkable exsistence
pulled up higher
by means of these new words I utter
from pure distraction
this is my distraction
from all this cruelty
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