words endlessly flow through the tip of my pen, yet my lips remain sealed
Writing:
~the only adoquite mode of personal expression i seem to possess.
~IF only life could be made up of words and music, IF only every thing else could just slip away
My feet cemented to the floor,
a muzzle lodged so far into my mouth
im barely breathing.
what became of the endless conversations til 3AM.
it seems WE have disappeared,
i came so CLOSE from so FAR
yet now im perched gazing through the glass
trapped in an ever lasting memory,
i can never seem to SWALLOW.
i hide behind this window
and look at myself
look at a life
I'd rather NOT see.
like fog
it seems to hover over my head,
like an open wound that refuses,to scar over,
a window that no amount of muscle could EVER open.
LOCKED deep down inside of me
where everything seems to hurt,
where you no longer occupy my vacancy.
What ever happened to "GOODBYE"?
you promised youd NEVER FORGET ME,
as you said "please remember me"
~the only adoquite mode of personal expression i seem to possess.
~IF only life could be made up of words and music, IF only every thing else could just slip away
My feet cemented to the floor,
a muzzle lodged so far into my mouth
im barely breathing.
what became of the endless conversations til 3AM.
it seems WE have disappeared,
i came so CLOSE from so FAR
yet now im perched gazing through the glass
trapped in an ever lasting memory,
i can never seem to SWALLOW.
i hide behind this window
and look at myself
look at a life
I'd rather NOT see.
like fog
it seems to hover over my head,
like an open wound that refuses,to scar over,
a window that no amount of muscle could EVER open.
LOCKED deep down inside of me
where everything seems to hurt,
where you no longer occupy my vacancy.
What ever happened to "GOODBYE"?
you promised youd NEVER FORGET ME,
as you said "please remember me"