Phone ringing with the cord cut
     That's the way we like to f*ck
  When we know they know
                    And the walls are just play dough
               And the heat we make turns this shelter to clay
            It makes it so intense we forget what to say
     But it's okay they'd listen anyway
         I'm trying to take the time to see just what makes you tick
         And I was never looking for smoke and mirrors or obvious tricks
            Just your essence and your presence made me question what I know
     What they know
     Walls made of playdough

Dusk turns to night with the lights off
        So silent
    You could hear a pin drop
        Deep breaths slowly fill the air
Rattling these walls made of playdough
            So in sync we don't even care
    That they know we know
Taking the time to take it slow
        In your eyes I see that raging fire
    Of these feelings I will never tire
And your skin embedded in my memories
         Makes me realize what I've always known
    Just your touch and your existence erase the tragedies
          What do they know
  Through these walls made of playdough

the everyday
should not seep
through the walls

it is behind these walls
that truth undresses
then lies

The say silence is golden,
But I think it more like stone
Hits you cold and hard
When you realize you're alone

Seeing figures in the shadows,
Faces on the walls
So go on, face the silence:
Think you got the *****?

Well you'll be thinking twice
When your blood spatters the walls

I got my room painted today; my old walls were scarred, chipped,   worn...memories
But the past is in the past, the paint has already  dried. So why can't I forget? Why can I still hear them, the memories echoing through the room like restless spirits.
I just have one question, if I peeled back a coat or two, would the scars beam with pride? And would the walls still bear the scars proudly?

I guess a new coat will be good.... still underneath the glaze of perfection, the scars are still hiding and the walls are still whispering...
Yet I will remember,
only
me

Why the hell did I fall for you?
When I was minding my own **** buisness
You walked on the edge of my mind until you found your way in.

Please. Be gentle with me...those walls. They were supposed to protect me.

Maybe I'm not right for you,
Maybe I'm not right for you,
This dissonance that makes me up
May be incongruous with you.

The petty things that sting my sides..
Drive me crazy as i smile.
My arguments, they come in strides,
But they have been building up for quite a while.

I know that who I am makes no sense,
So I'm in disbelief when you paint me with bliss.
You'll see that feeling will subside--
The "I don't think it can get any better than this"

I meander because it's safe,
I walk around liquid concrete,
Because I'm not nice option to get to know,
Just a nonsensical girl who's nice to meet.

Maybe I'm not right for you,
Maybe I'm not right for you,
But i will never let you know
Confusion tends to spite the truth.

I tore down my walls
I opened my doors
And made room for one more

a shadow dances

write upon it what you will

it will always be there


soulsurvivor
(C) 11/19/2015