It's kind of funny
How the person who gave you your first breath
Is one that makes you want to have your last.
Laughter once meant to express joy
Now used to cover up void
and anxiety
Of speechlessness
and neediness.
Being the one who begged to move
And now begging to move again
For what used to be Camelot
Is now the worst place.
It's funny how humans talk about love
As though love is tangible.
The way lives intertwine
Oftentime becomes untwined;
Parallel.
That's what it's supposed to be at the end isn't it?
Straight lines on man-made machines?
It's kind of funny
How what man made while living
Becomes the thing that tells of their leaving.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
It's kind of funny
How the person who gave you your first breath
Is one that makes you want to have your last.
Laughter once meant to express joy
Now used to cover up void
and anxiety
Of speechlessness
and neediness.
Being the one who begged to move
And now begging to move again
For what used to be Camelot
Is now the worst place.
It's funny how humans talk about love
As though love is tangible.
The way lives intertwine
Oftentime becomes untwined;
Parallel.
That's what it's supposed to be at the end isn't it?
Straight lines on man-made machines?
It's kind of funny
How what man made while living
Becomes the thing that tells of their leaving.
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