if you can promise me privacy,
then i can lend you all of me.
i could be the miscalculated rain,
intended for the sea-
but destined to be
splattered on a window,
exploded like the galaxy.
did i paint the pretty picture
in a way that you can only see?
pull me in, pull me close-
and strip me of my sensory.
if this is it, let's make the most-
and shred up old philosophies.
while i still have cancer-less *******
let's look past the human fallacy.
while my heart throbs with unrest,
come divide me with your symmetry.
while i still produce a shadow,
while blood still floods the wound,
while we still have tomorrow,
paint the words to me in truth
am i bound to live my life with a craned neck?
stiff from that which i no longer possess?
scared of the sunrise, starving for the sunset?
i'll never know the presence of now
unless you teach me to forget.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
if you can promise me privacy,
then i can lend you all of me.
i could be the miscalculated rain,
intended for the sea-
but destined to be
splattered on a window,
exploded like the galaxy.
did i paint the pretty picture
in a way that you can only see?
pull me in, pull me close-
and strip me of my sensory.
if this is it, let's make the most-
and shred up old philosophies.
while i still have cancer-less *******
let's look past the human fallacy.
while my heart throbs with unrest,
come divide me with your symmetry.
while i still produce a shadow,
while blood still floods the wound,
while we still have tomorrow,
paint the words to me in truth
am i bound to live my life with a craned neck?
stiff from that which i no longer possess?
scared of the sunrise, starving for the sunset?
i'll never know the presence of now
unless you teach me to forget.
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