lifelesslove
11/19/03, 09:57 AM
this is just a rough draft...i will need feedback on this one.
Notes Fade Forever
The clinking and clunking
Necessities of tired machines drawl on for hours, they keep me on standby.
Awaiting a conscience, and gamble on fate. “Can’t we be civil, can’t you find a pulse?”
Experience grows weary, these tiring insults,
The shining of specters with overwhelmed arms,
I wish I could write your story, with more insight, thick plot,
But your just so damn simple, I read this book without cover.
These tears fall down cheekbones, a race to the bottom, and the winner gains bragging rights, and the loser writes memoirs of open grace with no mistaking of fake.
Tomorrow will call us, to protective corners, where we cover our face, then you cover your heart.
Desire and bragging, desire for killing me.
With these books full of letters that I’ll never send, my life’s a date without postmarks, don’t return this to sender. I need pen without ink max, and a tense sense of urgency, that you could slip out from under this….you could slip out from under me.
And each note that I write disintegrates into the air, one more try, “just please make it work”… under candlelight conquering, this quest for your heart.
These tears fall down cheekbones, a race to the bottom, and the winner gains bragging rights, and the loser writes memoirs of open grace with no mistaking of fake.
Tomorrow will call us, to protective corners, where we cover our face, then you cover your heart.
And these notes will fade forever, in the secrecy of rooms without views on the floor, for the taking, and a requiem for soul. How you’re willing to wage war for the one’s that you love, and my path in the battle only lead to a forced death. Piece by piece, and bit by bit, this letter will wither, like the petals of roses, that lead to the water, where I’ll hold my breath till’ you apologize, just apologize, apologize, apologize….apologies worth less than your favors.
Notes Fade Forever
The clinking and clunking
Necessities of tired machines drawl on for hours, they keep me on standby.
Awaiting a conscience, and gamble on fate. “Can’t we be civil, can’t you find a pulse?”
Experience grows weary, these tiring insults,
The shining of specters with overwhelmed arms,
I wish I could write your story, with more insight, thick plot,
But your just so damn simple, I read this book without cover.
These tears fall down cheekbones, a race to the bottom, and the winner gains bragging rights, and the loser writes memoirs of open grace with no mistaking of fake.
Tomorrow will call us, to protective corners, where we cover our face, then you cover your heart.
Desire and bragging, desire for killing me.
With these books full of letters that I’ll never send, my life’s a date without postmarks, don’t return this to sender. I need pen without ink max, and a tense sense of urgency, that you could slip out from under this….you could slip out from under me.
And each note that I write disintegrates into the air, one more try, “just please make it work”… under candlelight conquering, this quest for your heart.
These tears fall down cheekbones, a race to the bottom, and the winner gains bragging rights, and the loser writes memoirs of open grace with no mistaking of fake.
Tomorrow will call us, to protective corners, where we cover our face, then you cover your heart.
And these notes will fade forever, in the secrecy of rooms without views on the floor, for the taking, and a requiem for soul. How you’re willing to wage war for the one’s that you love, and my path in the battle only lead to a forced death. Piece by piece, and bit by bit, this letter will wither, like the petals of roses, that lead to the water, where I’ll hold my breath till’ you apologize, just apologize, apologize, apologize….apologies worth less than your favors.