Sep 10, 2010 13:51
you’re like a briefcase full of letters
but no is for me
you’re like a statue waiting for a viewer
destined it’s to be?
you’re like this cold embracing wind i feel
whenever you're around
you’re like "i told you so, i told you so"
you never say it loud
you’re like a picture of a happy ghost
you never do react
you make a phantom dance, a jester cry,
a legless widow prance.
are you awake are you asleep?
will i know one day if for sure?
because my feelings told me i can’t wait
but then again, are you the cure?
do i need you do i need this
around my shoulders all the time
because my wish because i asked
for something was somewhat a crime.
you’re like a briefcase full of letters,
that i just cannot unlock,
because maybe they are all for me,
and maybe,
maybe not.