If he could find a dealer
To sell him the love
He needs to fill the void he tries
To avoid with drugs
He wouldn't be seen as an addict
Feelin axiety panic and rage
But the type of free spirits he loves
He knows, can't be his in a cage
Cuz a cage can't hold those free as a bird
Or the same attraction he finds
Is tainted, so he's faced with knowing
"She can never be mine"
Pained by the absence, their
Presence brings, when felt; is love
So like most, he's left with its ghost
Hoping to silence the pain with drugs
Leaving unfulfilled emptiness subdued
From a temporary substitute
But the dependancies supremacy
Blinds any chance for solving the root
Problem so like many lost
From the cost of being high as youths
Become the old and bitter as they wither,
never to reconsider the truth
Which is letting go and moving on
Sometimes means leaving haunted
Ghosts of those lost behind, but first
Letting go must be wanted
But sometimes embracing the pain
Of what's gone, will always remain
When the love held for it is too great
To recognize the power of a gain
That may come if only he could run
From the memories they hold
That are valued higher than what could be,
refusing to trade it for gold
Within the next treasure he is told
Maybe worth Just as much
But when he tries he can't deny
What's too real for him to touch
And almost feels, that moving on
Will only disrespect the way
He felt, as if yearning was the pay
Owed from the love that became
So when the misery is his company
And those around him judge
He doesn't bother explain,this pains kept,
to remind him he was loved
And that is more than any happiness can Bring,
knowing love can't stay
Not the type held by a free spirit who
Isn't the same if it's put in a cage.
.................
So when the misery is his company
And those around him judge
He doesn't bother explain,this pains kept,
to remind him he was loved.....
"God loved the birds
and invented trees.
Man loved the birds
and invented cages."
--- Jacques Deval
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
If he could find a dealer
To sell him the love
He needs to fill the void he tries
To avoid with drugs
He wouldn't be seen as an addict
Feelin axiety panic and rage
But the type of free spirits he loves
He knows, can't be his in a cage
Cuz a cage can't hold those free as a bird
Or the same attraction he finds
Is tainted, so he's faced with knowing
"She can never be mine"
Pained by the absence, their
Presence brings, when felt; is love
So like most, he's left with its ghost
Hoping to silence the pain with drugs
Leaving unfulfilled emptiness subdued
From a temporary substitute
But the dependancies supremacy
Blinds any chance for solving the root
Problem so like many lost
From the cost of being high as youths
Become the old and bitter as they wither,
never to reconsider the truth
Which is letting go and moving on
Sometimes means leaving haunted
Ghosts of those lost behind, but first
Letting go must be wanted
But sometimes embracing the pain
Of what's gone, will always remain
When the love held for it is too great
To recognize the power of a gain
That may come if only he could run
From the memories they hold
That are valued higher than what could be,
refusing to trade it for gold
Within the next treasure he is told
Maybe worth Just as much
But when he tries he can't deny
What's too real for him to touch
And almost feels, that moving on
Will only disrespect the way
He felt, as if yearning was the pay
Owed from the love that became
So when the misery is his company
And those around him judge
He doesn't bother explain,this pains kept,
to remind him he was loved
And that is more than any happiness can Bring,
knowing love can't stay
Not the type held by a free spirit who
Isn't the same if it's put in a cage.
.................
So when the misery is his company
And those around him judge
He doesn't bother explain,this pains kept,
to remind him he was loved.....
"God loved the birds
and invented trees.
Man loved the birds
and invented cages."
--- Jacques Deval
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