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Ring 'round the rosies,
pocket full of poises,
ashes, ashes,
I think, I think I
was struck down and
forgot my place among
the mortal men.
Why'd you allow me to
believe I could rise above
the occasion flittering
about the Slyph Cities?
Blinded by the lighted
Tower of Babel, my
eyes refuse to understand
your parting lips. [Maybe
a penny for your thoughts
was too much to ask for.]
You fried my nervous
system sparking neurons
in the wrong directions giving
off this euphoric belief.
DAMN IT!
I could of flown through
your veins like oxygen.
My wings cutting down
calories (can't let you
get fat off my sweetness),
but instead I was released;
falling to the floor bloated,
dizzy from the coastering ride.
Was I so high that I had
to land so low? Watching
the birds shifting though
the clouds I realized that
your God Complex just couldn't
take me under it's wing.
You're a solo ride, unfit to
make the lovey-dovey journey.
 Lovers Never Tell · Wed Oct 22, 2008 @ 08:56am · 0 Comments |
