"weigth" poems
There are seven thousand people
that would fit me like you do
but the downside of that option is
those people just aren't you
and no matter how i turn my head
the answer stays the same
you're the best thing for my habitat
you're the plus side of my fame
when im alone inside my head
and swimming in my dreams
your face is what im floating on
and its drowning out the screams
Your eyes are what im looking for
what ive been missing for so long
something sweet and easy
couldn't be so hot and wrong
my pen is shaking with the thought
of air where you would be
the color red is leaking on
what was once the thought of me
you're far away inside my head
i'm reaching, clutching black
this isn't dreamworld's gaming board
and i can't take it back
theres nothing where my heart would be
i you had left it nice and whole
i would be the wreckless kind of free
a fleeting thought of what you stole
im scared of what this world is like
with no one left to hold
since when is love and lies and heat
worth more their weigth in gold?
its simple if you're looking
and its easy if you do
but ive gotten good at hurting
the things that look like you
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 9:33 AM UTC