stendhal
07/07/08, 05:10 AM
The now futile bread crumbs
we left to guide our way out
disappeared once the wind came about
Our tarred-black lungs
stuffed tight with storm clouds
revealed their abuse and our legs gave out
pinned, winded on the ground now
it strikes me funny somehow.
Like a puzzle lacking pieces
we only equate to the sum of our parts
But we're missing so many now
I've not the slightest as to where to start
In retrospect,
this trip just might've been made out of spite
maybe not in vein, per se
but in the vein of something trite
this trip just might've been made out of spite
We've dressed in our sharpest
to sink into the night
just when dusk takes a rest
I had hoped we'd come alive
Problems outweighed passion
I grew lethargic in your mouth
gave up midway
digging out your storm clouds
we left to guide our way out
disappeared once the wind came about
Our tarred-black lungs
stuffed tight with storm clouds
revealed their abuse and our legs gave out
pinned, winded on the ground now
it strikes me funny somehow.
Like a puzzle lacking pieces
we only equate to the sum of our parts
But we're missing so many now
I've not the slightest as to where to start
In retrospect,
this trip just might've been made out of spite
maybe not in vein, per se
but in the vein of something trite
this trip just might've been made out of spite
We've dressed in our sharpest
to sink into the night
just when dusk takes a rest
I had hoped we'd come alive
Problems outweighed passion
I grew lethargic in your mouth
gave up midway
digging out your storm clouds