Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst type of pessimist.
At heart I'm an optimist, looking past the highest mountains,
trying to reach the sky with the tips of my fingers and
catch the clouds at the base of my palms.
However, in head,
I'm the biggest pessimist
finding the dark spots on the sunniest days,
herding death between the cracks in the concrete.
And the head is like the heart's big sister,
telling her to take a step back and make sure of her actions,
bossing her around, burning out her spark,
leaving the dead of the night with nothing but doubt.
But you've got my lips coated in sugar and
my intentions wrapped in flames.
You've got my heart scrapping its knees and
my head spinning
Because who would've thought
it'd finally meet its match,
unable to hold something down
with two hands and keep it in place.
But both of them are undoubtedly worried,
darling.
They're running for the hills and
finding a place to set camp where you'd never find.
Empty handed and confused, they're still searching and
the only thing going through their thoughts remains to be
*"there's still time to run
there's still time to run
there's still time
just move your feet,
don't look back
and run
as fast as you can."*
gd
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst type of pessimist.
At heart I'm an optimist, looking past the highest mountains,
trying to reach the sky with the tips of my fingers and
catch the clouds at the base of my palms.
However, in head,
I'm the biggest pessimist
finding the dark spots on the sunniest days,
herding death between the cracks in the concrete.
And the head is like the heart's big sister,
telling her to take a step back and make sure of her actions,
bossing her around, burning out her spark,
leaving the dead of the night with nothing but doubt.
But you've got my lips coated in sugar and
my intentions wrapped in flames.
You've got my heart scrapping its knees and
my head spinning
Because who would've thought
it'd finally meet its match,
unable to hold something down
with two hands and keep it in place.
But both of them are undoubtedly worried,
darling.
They're running for the hills and
finding a place to set camp where you'd never find.
Empty handed and confused, they're still searching and
the only thing going through their thoughts remains to be
*"there's still time to run
there's still time to run
there's still time
just move your feet,
don't look back
and run
as fast as you can."*
gd
{you're making my stomach twist into butterfly knots, and it's oh so bittersweet}