on your shelves there is a book
with a dog-eared page you'll never turn
you remember every sacred word
for that page is just a paper crook
it stole your every gasping breath,
thieved your thoughts through your eyes
your beating heart it burglarized
as words danced around your fingertips
it ***** your mouth and made it bleed,
ground your bones to sticky paste
your swollen head it clean erased
when you sang aloud its melody
but overtime you just forgot
that page that put your mind at rest
so you never made it to the end
and on forgotten shelf it rots
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
on your shelves there is a book
with a dog-eared page you'll never turn
you remember every sacred word
for that page is just a paper crook
it stole your every gasping breath,
thieved your thoughts through your eyes
your beating heart it burglarized
as words danced around your fingertips
it ***** your mouth and made it bleed,
ground your bones to sticky paste
your swollen head it clean erased
when you sang aloud its melody
but overtime you just forgot
that page that put your mind at rest
so you never made it to the end
and on forgotten shelf it rots
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