They say it like they know it,
And you've always kept quiet,
But you've got poetry,
Right down to the louve,
It's now just a hall,
In your mind's eye,
To see,
And not like what is there,
The picture in your word blackens,
But it won't let you speak it,
You gave up on being perfect,
A long time ago,
Flowers in a tomb,
Keep watch by Egypt,
Yet you still feel their shadow,
Though their spirits are gone,
If they were real,
They'd leave memories too,
But love only lasts so long,
By a dream like you,
Although your spirits are still here,
And mysteries remain unknown,
You're only seeing your words,
While the earth sees your hope.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
They say it like they know it,
And you've always kept quiet,
But you've got poetry,
Right down to the louve,
It's now just a hall,
In your mind's eye,
To see,
And not like what is there,
The picture in your word blackens,
But it won't let you speak it,
You gave up on being perfect,
A long time ago,
Flowers in a tomb,
Keep watch by Egypt,
Yet you still feel their shadow,
Though their spirits are gone,
If they were real,
They'd leave memories too,
But love only lasts so long,
By a dream like you,
Although your spirits are still here,
And mysteries remain unknown,
You're only seeing your words,
While the earth sees your hope.
