The view from you
may be a lie,
but it's one I subscribe to.
You told me they were cogs,
and I deserved to only
watch from afar.
The view from you
has got me dizzy, woman,
but it's a worthwhile fright.
You told me to turn me on,
plug in to higher existence,
I asked, "god?", you said, "nah."
The view from you
is going to send me to the ground,
howling the whole way down.
You told me I'd enjoy the journey,
"it'll be brief, but sweetheart,
you'll never taste of grief."
sign me up.
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
The view from you
may be a lie,
but it's one I subscribe to.
You told me they were cogs,
and I deserved to only
watch from afar.
The view from you
has got me dizzy, woman,
but it's a worthwhile fright.
You told me to turn me on,
plug in to higher existence,
I asked, "god?", you said, "nah."
The view from you
is going to send me to the ground,
howling the whole way down.
You told me I'd enjoy the journey,
"it'll be brief, but sweetheart,
you'll never taste of grief."
sign me up.
Copyright 2010 by J.J. Hutton
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