| .:.un.rained.:. |
[Mar. 7th, 2004|02:23 pm] |
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| | Dave Matthews Band - Jimi Thing | ] | before i forget these curious phrases in my head the rythms of words and cadence of rhyme i thought i'd sit down and write something to commemorate this sudden eloquence write a monumental essay thesis on life, and love and why we cry but i've decided basically that pretty girls with vapid empty smiles are as valuable as the thin hard smiles of the cynics and atheists of this brokedown world that some people learn by living some by appearing beautiful was it so long ago that i mourned the non-glances of the boys in their pickups morning rituals a eulogy to the absence of anyone anywhere amazed and dazzled by my beauty i wanted to be wanted because i was wantable i wanted to be an object something to be laminated and centerfolded soon sticky and faded but worshiped another medusa you want to press my weight underneath yours swallow the snake length of my living hair clutch this untouchable flesh but i look at you darling, sweet baby mine and your pretty features turn to stone and your blood into wine running through my veins another conquest i doubt your love if you doubt the unsurpassed significance of my form and figure that i don't keep how now? brown cow? the eloquence is fading the ink is drying my fate is slowly being sealed so kiss me the last for me the beginning, for you why don't you hate me that would make it easier a tangible visible dark thread severed by your malignant glances i desperate spoke to save you doubt not that in the moment that i loved you most i was yet trying to bring you down to my level i didn't know yet that love was wanting you to be happy and whole and whatever you want to be without clinging to you hoping to keep you with me this medusa is crumbling a dark stone appalled by my own unveiled disillusionment if you had asked me i would have denied it |
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