my girl, the last time i left our bed,
it was soaked with your tears, and i had no regard as long as you didn't lay dead,
my girl, the last time i walked out the door,
i lived up to your worst fears, and i paid no attention to your pleas like you're the poor—
begging for alms at the rough juncture, same way you begged for my love,
and i wasn't selfish but i couldn't give myself away,
how the hell do people do these things where they hop on ecstasy and fly away,
and throw caution to the wind, it's like flying without wings,
or defusing a bomb remotely without keeping in mind, an exit strategy.
people do really love in the dark,
dancing in a pitch black morass,
trusting one another to be the other’s compass,
what if they're broken then we get lost?
people do really run in the rain,
dodging all wet, slippy terrain,
it's quite delusional to think we won't fall,
and our yelps of pain won't echoe through the hall.
we're starting fires with gasoline,
and we're powering cars with kerosene,
mixing soda with camomile,
heading straight to our deaths, it's no big deal.
it's all part of the love play, right?
leap from the top of rooftops and hope to soar like a kite,
being careful is for fools, so charge you're a raging bull.
there are no cars, strap yourself to the back of a vehicle,
the view is better from behind, no need to be fickle,
when you can't feel your face no more from the raging breeze, then you've felt the feeling,
when you feel the fatigue clobbering, your chest like a panic attack zinging,
the end is near, no need to fear—that's the love you were asking?
people do really love in the dark,
dancing in a pitch black morass,
trusting one another to be the other’s compass,
what if they're broken then we get lost?
people do really run in the rain,
dodging all wet, slippy terrain,
it's quite delusional to think we won't fall,
and our yelps of pain won't echoe through the hall.
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musings of a jaded poet
Poetrylike the title implies, 'musings of a jaded poet', comes from a jaded, hurt heart but it'd be folly to think this album is all doom and gloom. before the dark, there was light and it's a journey-a tale that needs to be told. the tragedy of how this...
