I dismissed all the signs that you were ever here, And I refuse to believe that all this time your heart lied empty right next to mine. It bursted with emotion every time. While you made me laugh at your silly jokes, whether it was right or wrong. I felt the explosion of my lungs, at the right time whenever I felt your bones next to mine. Only if I knew before, but still I never knew any better, So I guess I’m the one to apologise Rationality never made sense to me, and my words are all I most sincerely know, And again, What is there better that I know of? My wounds may sound powerful to this object of preposition, in my disguise, Its such a tragedy, Where do I begin? May be I’ll just leave it, let the wind blow This is England The burdens of this life, too, shall pass, But back again, Where are we at? We? You made me feel so capable, its ludicrous, I can only thank you for that. You created a more agreeable and gentle version of me. I was so fortunate. Your serenity, always thrilling and contagious. I love you for that. The sour blow of this existence always got me by surprise, and I can only consider it a shame of my analytic position. You never cared about my misery. Your skin is so thick, whereas Im a lightning bird. My utterance condemns me. I brandish myself, to too many things I wish you weren’t one of them Tell me how to love again
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 20:39:41 +0000