Tuesday, November 15, 2011
everywhere i stop and everywhere i look and...and turn around..
everywhere i stare and sing a song..
everywhere i feel the callousness uncovering the skin..
and everywhere i go, i leave a cliche behind..
sometimes, i can't avoid the light..
sometimes, i can't fight..
but darling when you hold me down tonight..
we could laugh a bit, we could cry and die a bit..
you could poke fun, make merry and fuck me again bit by bit tonight...
but darling everywhere i go, i feel weighed down and left behind.
everywhere i see, i find a simple life that suits us just fine..
and i feel like peeling off..
so, i leave yet again...on the road traveled by some..
the book of poetry and the black box of our ashes in hand.
humming away a crooked rhyme..
without 'our' penny or dime..
sleep, my love, hold on tight..
everywhere i'll go, i'll stop and look around...
i shall smile and sing a song that suits us fine..
everywhere i go, i leave a cliche behind.. :)
why? 'There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality..'
this is a conversation between 2 friends. any sentimental massacre, chauvinism or male ego explicitly displayed was not done intentionally...
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