I catch your dreams in butterfly nets
create oceans for you with my tears
hold the mountains together when they want to fall upon you
sink in the mudslide to save you from its dirty memories
baby, you don't even realize how deep
how vast and fathomless this feeling is.
The universe is yours just ask for it.
Tell me what you want and you will have it.
Tell me what you need, anything at your disposal
the earth, the sky, the seas
I will manipulate time to run slow when I am with you
take the sun and hold it in position
so that you could embrace me and catch the clouds for me,
takes more time than we have
steal this heart from me please
grip it from my being
i want to feel its bloody roots leave me
disabling to breathe.
Bring the numb into my head,
just smoke and control the feelings,
push them down into this deep space of woe
;this giant loving heart.
Hold those memories inside
that dying heart you ripped apart.
Do me the favor and make it blue,
crack it in half,
swallow all of my memories
deep agonizing sorrow.
My violence bleeding red, sloppy messes on the dirty floor.
So many years of messy living,
so many hearts already destroyed.
My heart, dismembered for comfort,
I am a heartless fool at least I'm numb without it ,
stop it's painful yesterdays.
That heart so huge,
shattered into a million pieces never again to be revived,
or pieced back together.
Too many pieces have been lost now.
I'm sorry for leaving but my heart lost all the feelings,
broken-glass mess on the floor.`
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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