It really was just a bad week
yea, migraine today, so I'll just tag it here
bittersweet, curves that I'll never keep
the perfumed scent unlike any other
a flower, lonely in the desert
an angel, fallen to the ground
many are, the sands of time
blessed are, the ones that sleep at night
for when the last grain should fall
then so will the pretty pretty meteors
that would come to take us all
any fool would see
these are the thoughts that plague my waking dreams
from the girl I would never see
to the end of the world where I'll never live
its just the want, the absence, the
childishness that still persists
the immaturity.
maybe its enough to lecture me once
but when you slip in out and out.
I'm must be insane, talking in the third person.
me thinks that maybe I signed on the contract a wee bit too quickly
but its done deal i guess.
And I don't want to be just another statistic
in others' lives.
no.
I wanna be more.
something larger than me.
yes.
Labels: Migraine
