Piercings
Walking down the street
Morning down the street
Characters flashing
Glances at colour
Smiles at strangers
Whats there to it, your smile at me
I saw you coming, now I'm running
It was the cold crisp morning
We were walking on the same street
But by the end of the hour
We were walking on different streets
Your hand outstretched
Calling my name
I never looked back
Ran from the pain
I'm not going to believe you ever never
Oh are you an angel too? Never believed you
It was the cold crisp morning
We were walking on the same street
But by the end of the hour
We were walking on different streets
Too many lies too
Sick too hurt absurd
Going to implode
On my own now
The tearing stress, I'm laughing for nothing
My heart's long gone, feelings are blown
It was the cold crisp morning
We were walking on the same street
But by the end of the hour
We were walking on different streets
Of egos and rear ends
Now that it has been made sure that she doesn't know of this existence, then I can safely conclude this:
I can't decide which is bigger: her ego or her butt.
Short notice
I've taken down a previous post because I've deemed it too dangerous to share it with the outside world. For more enquiries you can ask me personally. =)
What am I?
My Beautiful Garden
My friend called me,
"I'm not coming back", he said.
"Why?"
Nothing, beautiful pitch. Of silence.
"Is there something you're trying to say?"
"Don't hold back now, don't lie."
"I'm hurt. But that's ok."
"I'm a grown man and I can take it."
"You're hurt? Where are you? Tell me!" I plead.
"It's all right. I'm grown a man this way."
"I can crawl back into my pod,"
"returning to dust. And I will build my god."
"Of this hurt I have,"
"beauty becomes, my heart, painful, the garden."
Numbed with worry, heart burdened,
"I'm wishing the best for you, friend,"
"and I'm saying my final goodbyes,"
"what we've been through, puts light in my eyes."
"You can never be satisfied,"
"wheeling, morphing, I've enough of it."
Click. Dead. Dropped to my feet.
I mourned for him, for me, for loss. Streaked.
Light and water. Wondrous spring is grown.
The seeds for my beautiful garden is sown.
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