No one will know
Who you were
What you’ve been
But Me.
I know
The ***** path of excitement
Velvet skin of the seeker
Stop.
Don’t let the smoke caress your childish grin
Your torn jeans
Falling fears
Your broken heart.
You’ve been there
You’ve done this
Don’t do it again
The forgetfulness
the glimpses tell all
Sudden showings of the past
The glistening
your eyes tell otherwise
Don’t turn too far
Don’t fall too deep
Think.
As I continue to process
who it was
I used to call my friend.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
No one will know
Who you were
What you’ve been
But Me.
I know
The ***** path of excitement
Velvet skin of the seeker
Stop.
Don’t let the smoke caress your childish grin
Your torn jeans
Falling fears
Your broken heart.
You’ve been there
You’ve done this
Don’t do it again
The forgetfulness
the glimpses tell all
Sudden showings of the past
The glistening
your eyes tell otherwise
Don’t turn too far
Don’t fall too deep
Think.
As I continue to process
who it was
I used to call my friend.
