under the beating hearts where whispers hide I keep it all inside the precious smiles that they as sin I close my eyes and I put the palm of my hand where it beats the most I dance it in and dance it out and even though I can't see the moon I feel it deep melting its way to my vein I spin my head around the different skies levels of wonders and silents eyes there are scratches on my knees nails in my throat and flames in my lungs my tongue is underwater and I am breathless from the words that are turning to air thick and heavy strong and bold shifting itself to embrace what is hold to lift up the sparks and to lead the lights into the truth and into what is whole
Listening to jazz, in a blue haze of smoke, each note like a lounge lizard scribbling along the wall looking for shade, and you, so sultry in that dress, winding your way down the boulevard like a princess without a crown, can't you see this music is a trombone filled with glitter, and music men only love you when they're high?
So as I sat, With her besides me About 2 feet apart Watching all the others work I thought of what I wanted to say And felt cold sweats emerging It's been too long since I last Felt this way Too long since I had to do this My head turned towards her But slowly shifted Heavily breathing I turned my head again A little less this time And looked in the distant, Hoping maybe she'd talk 5 minutes of this and I had enough So I gathered some courage And just blurt out what came to mind Smirking, she replied back And as I kept making things up I realised I'm not the shyest person in the room And that's in itself A rather confronting Somewhat confusing of a feeling And as the extent of what I could think Crossed my lips There was silence And we both just sat Confused to say the least Wondering if maybe She just didn't want to talk When you have to Hype yourself up before you speak Repeat and rehearse your conversation You're never really In a place to lead conversation And you'd think You'd hope Other's would take this job But now I find myself stuck The point, Ah yes, The point being There is none Thing's just get wierd Wierd enough That sometimes You struggle to figure out What really happened 2 hours of this 2 hours of silence from her lips And once we our work was done She left Well, Alright
Yes, I've written a **** one. But just needed to get this thought out