Sep 22, 2007 03:20
this evening i smelled the atmosphere pulled thin
- a blessed relief from the thick summer sins
in the fine autumn air, everything feels so clean
what we say is so crisp and direct, but never ever mean
the purple and red skies are just as true as what we say
and the words spoken are unbridled admiration anyway
the heat resides, and so does the pain within:
i say 'fuck off - find some different shell to live in
...no longer will you try to stay in my heart
man, you lived here - you tore the place apart.'
come fall
maybe we will fall into each others arms
worlds away from this treachery and harm.
come fall
maybe i will finally decide to stand up,
perhaps forget about all these indignant hangups.
come fall
maybe you will find a totally different person
but the thing about falls, they come around just so often.