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I searched for gold but found a star


11:11


Now I believe that dreams can come true
Breaking waves throughout my mind
crush the thoughts in endless time
Feeling happy, and or feeling safe
our feet in the sand in a freezing place
You’ll be looking up, and I’ll be looking down
hand and hand in this broken town
I stop to dream to open my eyes
just breaking waves through endless time
I’ve looked into the eyes of an angel
All I could see was the sun
I fell in love with an angel
Now my sight is as dark as it comes
The functional few flowers that flew at that particular time of the night.
Sailed so true on waters so new without worry in time or in sight.
Fled from homes, houses unknown
Then wandered from town to town.
On one way roads through mountains they roamed happiness they've finally found.
formidable cynical I'm the leading lyric cannibal
rhythm so ***** ill have to bath it in your swimming pool
inspired by the father, he goes by the name of Hannibal
catch him on a flight he'll be feeding your kid his evening stew
the Hannibal cannibal keeps on talking in my head
he says "forget about your friends, you should be eating them instead".
so I called up Jimmy G he was the perfect meal in bed
silence of the lambs motivation
Do you remember what time it was when you forgot about me?
what were you doing when you made your decision?
was it as easy for you as it was for me to except it?
I didn't think much about it at the time; now I'm not to sure.
I want to speak to you but I cant seem to form the sentences in my mind;
its like the smoke from your last cigarette is clouding my mind.
I feel like my lungs are burning; why cant I speak?
do I deserve this? the voice in the back of my mind tells me do.
is it the rejection that hurts or am I realizing I made the biggest mistake of my life.
If I cant be honest with myself how on earth can I expect to be honest with you?
and all of a sudden satisfaction feels like a distant memory.
I underestimated the power a woman had over a man.
We Open our eyes all the same, but through these eyes of mine life seems significantly plain.
Mixtures of black and white left everything grey, a color without meaning that seams lost and afraid.
The color has left this place they call home, but I know deep down inside I'm no longer alone.
The grey way of life is a blessing and a curse, it’s doing 130 down the highway but in the back of a hearse.
It’s a life with many loves but none of them stay.
It’s Looking down a dark tunnel and going that way.
I will live in the grey until the color in me can find its way home perfectly free.
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