days blur together
red into yellow giving way to purples
and dark skies above
cold on my tongue and sex noises from behind the door
yellow and flowers covering up the hole in my heart
where i use to lay my head
to much information floating through my head
is this normal? do people feel this way?
look at you and blink everything stays the same
my hair grows a little longer
sometimes i think i'm falling in love with you
but the feelings drift away
like boats into the sea
on a cloudy day
some times i look like a hipster swallowed me up
i can push my hair behind my ears, its been so long
and i wonder why melancholy looks so attractive from the outside
there's this bright patch of red from where i look out on this lonely street
i wish i could read you, but i can't
complications and cold sweats
i've spent so much time here and so little of it during the day
how many weeks have i spent inside this box
thinking, humming to myself
i like my tea too sweet
and my boys cold and distant
but secretive and hurt on the inside
am i tightrope walking and i don't even know it
has it happened and i don't even know it
i wonder what the lights look like all light up at night
i can't feel this way
what a funny shape your face has turned into
someone you don't know looking back at you in the mirror
and that door still doesn't want to close
i try to imagine everything like it's the first time i've ever seen it before
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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