a light and a darkness
dark rooms lit by powerless thoughts
the mind of a genius works best under a new moon
a permanent illumination causes for breakdowns in thoughts and sights and minds
only genius when forced awake and kept asleep
what you search for, dear miss,
is mystery
and you find it in the shadows of those sweapt away by it all
soft sheets and cold sweaty bathroom tiles
this game of mimic with ourselves and one another
i long for the simplicity of a touch or a dragonfly on my shoulder
have i become one?
but i feel nothing instead
a dull sense of pain that lurks behind every broken glance and watered down promise
you, sweet girl, are no longer yourself
and only an outline, blurred by the city lights
we spoke of dreams, this girl and i, and how she'd lost them in her heart
i told her not to fret but she turned away and escaped into the night
frozen by the daylight, she squints her eyes at the sky, naturally brighter and higher than she will ever feel
incapable of being loved by those she looks to
there is understanding in dulling the pain
there is nothing she can do in fabricating pleasure
traveling in a void
screaming in a busy stairwell
i wondered how long i would tell her to wait
so i told her i understood and i told her to just be
and she said,
stop trying
its not worth the wasted words
the mind of a genius works best under a new moon
a permanent illumination causes for breakdowns in thoughts and sights and minds
only genius when forced awake and kept asleep
what you search for, dear miss,
is mystery
and you find it in the shadows of those sweapt away by it all
soft sheets and cold sweaty bathroom tiles
this game of mimic with ourselves and one another
i long for the simplicity of a touch or a dragonfly on my shoulder
have i become one?
but i feel nothing instead
a dull sense of pain that lurks behind every broken glance and watered down promise
you, sweet girl, are no longer yourself
and only an outline, blurred by the city lights
we spoke of dreams, this girl and i, and how she'd lost them in her heart
i told her not to fret but she turned away and escaped into the night
frozen by the daylight, she squints her eyes at the sky, naturally brighter and higher than she will ever feel
incapable of being loved by those she looks to
there is understanding in dulling the pain
there is nothing she can do in fabricating pleasure
traveling in a void
screaming in a busy stairwell
i wondered how long i would tell her to wait
so i told her i understood and i told her to just be
and she said,
stop trying
its not worth the wasted words