*It’s funny how expectations change
First I wanted you to leave him
then just to see you was my bread
and now the prayers that you’d write
but you don’t mind darling
happily walking through life
with him and words that once
were something more that themselves
became blown by the wind
or never were what I thought
So he is your remedy now
and mine is the insanity
clinging to me drowning
me as if it was honey
being normal in my absurdness
When drinking I cry
mortally wounded
I smoke green cones
just to be higher in my lowest
still feeling nothing increasingly
submitted to time and time only
If I walk I walk to you
you are my dreams and music
while each morning wickedly
brings reality unchanging
that I’m with you without you
each night I watch the sky
with innocently simple question
but such as moon closing brings
forth the planet’s tides
stars and sometimes even clouds
don’t know about it
as they don’t know the answer
or who’s asking
and frankly they don’t give a ****
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
*It’s funny how expectations change
First I wanted you to leave him
then just to see you was my bread
and now the prayers that you’d write
but you don’t mind darling
happily walking through life
with him and words that once
were something more that themselves
became blown by the wind
or never were what I thought
So he is your remedy now
and mine is the insanity
clinging to me drowning
me as if it was honey
being normal in my absurdness
When drinking I cry
mortally wounded
I smoke green cones
just to be higher in my lowest
still feeling nothing increasingly
submitted to time and time only
If I walk I walk to you
you are my dreams and music
while each morning wickedly
brings reality unchanging
that I’m with you without you
each night I watch the sky
with innocently simple question
but such as moon closing brings
forth the planet’s tides
stars and sometimes even clouds
don’t know about it
as they don’t know the answer
or who’s asking
and frankly they don’t give a ****
for H.V.
