I’ve thought about that so many times before, An itch on my mind like a scratch on the floor. I’ve seen my face on other peoples memories, Boxed away in places just out of reach. It might be my life but it’s just a figure of speech.
A forgotten fallacy, framed through the ages and found in the back room of an old mans house, Dust blown, leather cracked and spine broken. Cracked open in two, bent over a knee and followed by the finger. Put the red ribbon down and let’s talk it over, Draw a pretty picture and imagine it again.
Where the wind whistles and the dogs howl like stars in the night. Piercing the black, thick tar in the sky. Running over clouds and dripping through my mind, thick like treacle but no half as sweet.
what if I have a little too much Bacardi and I am stumbling around the party would you take care of me or use me would you pull my hair back as I spew out my regrets watch me undress, caress my silhouette don’t neglect, ******* like a cigarette knew since we first met, you rev me up like a corvette what's next, what's next every since you step into my life its been just blessed I confess it's been stressful trying to get a handle or a grip on you and your fit is so cool you make me want you, so smooth you want me to want to do things I don’t usually do give up the flower as you f*ck me in the shower never thought I would be like this, you are my weakness smiling during the fall of the tower
Lilipad ako Pero hindi dahil sa apoy Hindi dahil sa kailangan kong lumisan Hindi para magliwanag ang kalangitan Hindi para abutin ang buwan Hindi rin para abutin ang mga tala Hindi dahil sa'yo At lalong lalo na— Hindi para sa'yo.
Lilipad ako kasi gusto ko. Kasi matagal nang nakatanim ang mga ugat ko sa lupa At hindi sapat ang lupa para sa mga paang mapaghanap.
A love buried in the depth of the earth skipping the grave that can be lit up and the bottom of the sea water billows out of this abyss netting the eyeballs of the sky. Then the bottom of the night was skipped likewise.
Taring the shades of black there the moon rolls out in the enchanting half-light. So it had to be tucked away only at the bottom of the earth.
Everything the all-inclusive pi could pop up from that safe womb there that carries the weight of the matters but never shows up an equating pattern!
The nightingale scurries to the red rose bubbling on the morning tessera as if it mined out the treasure of the earth! Oh it doesn't seem to be the only one scorer upon the rose a mirror is up in the sky ‘Love’ is in the eyes of the sun!
You had no right to talk to me the way you did. No right to take ownership over me.
No right to tell me how to dress or even how to smile, no right babe you were so sinister and vile. You crossed the line when you told me who I could talk to or what I could say after we were done. You master manipulator and I your puppeteer. Said you’d always be here but you were the first to run.
You pulled me by the strings of my own heart and you didn’t even care about the hurting that would cause.