Sappy, Crappy and A Complete Waste Of Time, new poem I wrote, don't enjoy
Untitled (thus far)
When it takes
Over You, You
Spill your guts to me
The truth
Grapes crushed over time
Let me know you could be mine
So lets get in line
I'm sorry to offend those few
The ones we love, the ones who
Won't understand what we can do
Possiblilites are endless
But you and I know that endlessness
Can only be endlessness
If you let it begin
So what, who cares about tomorrow when
They all wake up
Hung over and find us
Hung together in bed
Why does one thing have to end
For another to begin?
I can be your secret
If you can be mine
We'll climb up ladders
To find a place where they can't find
Hidden like our secret
That's held in your heart and mine
The secret that you opened up
After you opened up the wine.
Did you really know what you were telling me?
You know something, you we're telling me
All of the things that were killing me
They were just killing me inside
And I know it kills you deep inside.
Cause it's a secret we dont want to hide
Like the dream inside your mind.
Why does one thing have to end
For another to begin.
THE END
PS I was listening to Broken Social Scene's two songs "I'm still Your Fag" and "Pitter Patter Goes My Heart" when i was writing this so fuck off with the "fil's a pussy" attitude, i get that enough from my dad haha.
When it takes
Over You, You
Spill your guts to me
The truth
Grapes crushed over time
Let me know you could be mine
So lets get in line
I'm sorry to offend those few
The ones we love, the ones who
Won't understand what we can do
Possiblilites are endless
But you and I know that endlessness
Can only be endlessness
If you let it begin
So what, who cares about tomorrow when
They all wake up
Hung over and find us
Hung together in bed
Why does one thing have to end
For another to begin?
I can be your secret
If you can be mine
We'll climb up ladders
To find a place where they can't find
Hidden like our secret
That's held in your heart and mine
The secret that you opened up
After you opened up the wine.
Did you really know what you were telling me?
You know something, you we're telling me
All of the things that were killing me
They were just killing me inside
And I know it kills you deep inside.
Cause it's a secret we dont want to hide
Like the dream inside your mind.
Why does one thing have to end
For another to begin.
THE END
PS I was listening to Broken Social Scene's two songs "I'm still Your Fag" and "Pitter Patter Goes My Heart" when i was writing this so fuck off with the "fil's a pussy" attitude, i get that enough from my dad haha.