Like having casual tea with a casualty,
you’re boring me to death.
Can you stop wasting air talking
of your last breath?
While heartlessly seeming,
while your heart’s still beating
you should put your pulse to use
For each song cannot function without a beating heart
And a beautiful one we’d lose
Do you want to have your sheet music
buried under sheets,
never to be seen nor heard nor felt
or even worth caring?
Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs,
with every breath you take
don’t bore us all to tears with such a
fatal mistake.. If life you take..
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Like having casual tea with a casualty,
you’re boring me to death.
Can you stop wasting air talking
of your last breath?
While heartlessly seeming,
while your heart’s still beating
you should put your pulse to use
For each song cannot function without a beating heart
And a beautiful one we’d lose
Do you want to have your sheet music
buried under sheets,
never to be seen nor heard nor felt
or even worth caring?
Let beauty flow through sorrowed songs,
with every breath you take
don’t bore us all to tears with such a
fatal mistake.. If life you take..
The first line came to me at work, and then slowly the rest just fell into place. Written about two summers ago.