I have these dreams that haunt me when I wake
and I'm not sure
if I believe in god but
I don't think I'm strong enough
to believe in nothing
and survive it
I guess I should be
grateful that the pollen
doesn't make my throat itch
like it does Naomi's
and it doesn't make my eyes itch
like it does Naomi's
but it does make me itch
to get out of this godforsaken place
once-and-for-all
In my dreams I walk through
fields with needles where the grass
should be but when I wake the
crickets, birds, gossipy girls
whisper when I pass
and its so hard to stop listening
(the streets swell yellow with the ***** of spring)
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
I have these dreams that haunt me when I wake
and I'm not sure
if I believe in god but
I don't think I'm strong enough
to believe in nothing
and survive it
I guess I should be
grateful that the pollen
doesn't make my throat itch
like it does Naomi's
and it doesn't make my eyes itch
like it does Naomi's
but it does make me itch
to get out of this godforsaken place
once-and-for-all
In my dreams I walk through
fields with needles where the grass
should be but when I wake the
crickets, birds, gossipy girls
whisper when I pass
and its so hard to stop listening
(the streets swell yellow with the ***** of spring)
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