Wind likes to whisper and wings like to molt well Im one who freezes with out touch The fasination never fails to leave me on pins and nails if I could have some one to love me but I wait and I try to look and be surprised when others dont really under stand The sun will sooner spin and heaven let me in than every one to understand a quieted place by nature further barren by nuture has brought my heart to be the color it is a Black peice of cole which occupise my soul and had stopped beating some time ago. a babe crying in the forest would eventually be silenced by the birds then the coming of healing words those that I wish for so much are gone and out of touch Out of love and care The smell of saturation in the air The rain comes to bring me compainy to bring me a care a whim to others and lets me know that Im this alone. Some times I wish poisen would spread like one epidemic Into the blackness of night because I know it will never look back or think twice Its reason is reason and its existance would be owed to me poisen leeking, dripping, crippling is not what I really need The serial ideal is immited but it bleeds out and is lost lost lost like me for I am the verry thing lost.
jpat16 · Mon Apr 30, 2007 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |