phish....
i have a poem that i just wrote...at 6:oo in the mourning [ mourning insted of morning, im too "goth" ]
be gentle, its a rough draft...
DREAMER
i wait for you in my head
wondering if thats the end of the blood shed
you said that you were lost so i tried to find you
but all i found were footprints left by your shoe
i followed them intil there were no more
i found you lying still on the floor
what happend to you? i would like to know
all of this beating and abuse with nothing to show
i survale your brain in hopes to find
what wasnt physcal, but inbraced in your mind
and you played it off so cool, thinking whats the
worst that could happen?
these secrets you hide from me keep over lappin'
i wish you could drop them, i wish your could let go
for what you hold deep inside, ill never know
i waited too long to tell you what i felt
im afaid your gone. like ice cream you melt
i wanted to tell you what i thought
how much happyness to me you brought
ill go away, in hopes that you will soon return
for this is just another life lessen we'll learn
another day your on display
waiting to be inputed into anther satistical survey
but unlike them ill never forget
that you are more to me then a bag of shit
you have changed so much and we watch the clock spin
for you to slip out of the comma that you are in
Chicque
be gentle, its a rough draft...
DREAMER
i wait for you in my head
wondering if thats the end of the blood shed
you said that you were lost so i tried to find you
but all i found were footprints left by your shoe
i followed them intil there were no more
i found you lying still on the floor
what happend to you? i would like to know
all of this beating and abuse with nothing to show
i survale your brain in hopes to find
what wasnt physcal, but inbraced in your mind
and you played it off so cool, thinking whats the
worst that could happen?
these secrets you hide from me keep over lappin'
i wish you could drop them, i wish your could let go
for what you hold deep inside, ill never know
i waited too long to tell you what i felt
im afaid your gone. like ice cream you melt
i wanted to tell you what i thought
how much happyness to me you brought
ill go away, in hopes that you will soon return
for this is just another life lessen we'll learn
another day your on display
waiting to be inputed into anther satistical survey
but unlike them ill never forget
that you are more to me then a bag of shit
you have changed so much and we watch the clock spin
for you to slip out of the comma that you are in
Chicque