like her
i thought
what does it really matter?
and
when that loss of care
starts speeding through
it is like
water
through the fingers
floss or
toothpaste
the perfume
behind the ears
gets caked
after you keep putting it on
and don't wash the rest away
like external earwax
only not so bitter
so you may still
go to that frozen lake looking for answers
to ask about the importance of things
and the
small movies and
small boys say
that which does'nt kill you
makes you stronger
but
i'm sick of that stranger
so
above the below looking down through the snow
i see where this has come to rest
nature has spread it out frozen under
to gain its own speed its own sleep
with no one brave enough to touch it
but the beat below
still hidden
making your sinuses raw
i'm waiting for the day
for the hour
through the minutes
my heart is with you
and you
call this drama
yeah
its dramatic
love
is
i don't have enough time under my belt
to sit back and believe
everything is all okay
only sometimes
my throat feels better
and i know you did'nt mean it
but love is dramatic
is'nt it?
wether with my words
or your hips.
i thought
what does it really matter?
and
when that loss of care
starts speeding through
it is like
water
through the fingers
floss or
toothpaste
the perfume
behind the ears
gets caked
after you keep putting it on
and don't wash the rest away
like external earwax
only not so bitter
so you may still
go to that frozen lake looking for answers
to ask about the importance of things
and the
small movies and
small boys say
that which does'nt kill you
makes you stronger
but
i'm sick of that stranger
so
above the below looking down through the snow
i see where this has come to rest
nature has spread it out frozen under
to gain its own speed its own sleep
with no one brave enough to touch it
but the beat below
still hidden
making your sinuses raw
i'm waiting for the day
for the hour
through the minutes
my heart is with you
and you
call this drama
yeah
its dramatic
love
is
i don't have enough time under my belt
to sit back and believe
everything is all okay
only sometimes
my throat feels better
and i know you did'nt mean it
but love is dramatic
is'nt it?
wether with my words
or your hips.
mtlqueen:
a little melodrama goes a long way, doesn't it? fecund matter, those dramas...you are amazing