beaten with a bat and falling now
Through the window and behind trees
running quick but falling faster
sand isn't comforting when brown eyes turn red
but I still want your grip
Scream it out, scream it out
but only in silent words
Break down on the floor
Make your decision
fly or fall?
there is only time for one
Stand up
strong and bruised
Walk home a new you
The take off is hard
the rain falls and I am still tall
Brown eyes has fallen but my hand is out
Friday, September 26, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Blinking and screaming
but no one will ever hear me
the way I like it
Feel the sting of the mirror?
Need to move your feet
raise you're heart beat
Brown eyes stay shut
let me work this out before we touch
Come close and never die
no time to live
just enough to fly
Hearts together and they'll come near
feet will move voices will play in delight
keeps eyes up and feet straight
but no one will ever hear me
the way I like it
Feel the sting of the mirror?
Need to move your feet
raise you're heart beat
Brown eyes stay shut
let me work this out before we touch
Come close and never die
no time to live
just enough to fly
Hearts together and they'll come near
feet will move voices will play in delight
keeps eyes up and feet straight
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Eyes fluttering, legs tired
In pain but not wanting to let go
Who knew it would taste this sweet
Standing in one spot could last forever, and wishes do say the same
Wanting an embrace but satisfied by just a face
Brown eyes staring still and not knowing for sure
Walking away and feeling loss but feeling gain
again and again
sick of games
But how is this a game if the players don't know of it?
Does this mind wonder as much as mine
Can't the words be spoken and the risks be over.
In pain but not wanting to let go
Who knew it would taste this sweet
Standing in one spot could last forever, and wishes do say the same
Wanting an embrace but satisfied by just a face
Brown eyes staring still and not knowing for sure
Walking away and feeling loss but feeling gain
again and again
sick of games
But how is this a game if the players don't know of it?
Does this mind wonder as much as mine
Can't the words be spoken and the risks be over.
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