Nov 2020
D Vanlangdingham
You are running out of places to hide
because they no longer mean what they
once meant to you.
And you are trusting more...
because.. **** it, that's why.
You now love the man, who the bigger
part of you once hated--
but when the bigger became the smaller,
you forgot just why.
..And now all that you can remember is
that you have always loved the one,
you tried
so hard to hate..
And hate becomes love
when you let go, and become
a part of
the very part of you,
that you tried so hard to un-do.
You are running out of places to hide
because they no longer mean what they
once meant to you.
And you are trusting more...
because.. **** it, that's why.
You now love the man, who the bigger
part of you once hated--
but when the bigger became the smaller,
you forgot just why.
..And now all that you can remember is
that you have always loved the one,
you tried
so hard to hate..
And hate becomes love
when you let go, and become
a part of
the very part of you,
that you tried so hard to un-do.
she runs through the streets
with eyes painted red
under a black belly of cloud, in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
white gold and pearls, stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will
suffer the needle-chill
she's running to stand.. still
https://youtu.be/FvUI-s4Azw4
with eyes painted red
under a black belly of cloud, in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
white gold and pearls, stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will
suffer the needle-chill
she's running to stand.. still
https://youtu.be/FvUI-s4Azw4
