EMO LOVE RIGHTS AT YOUR SERVICE
sometimes for me this is just how life feels, but not today, its only swimming under the surface today... :
SLOWLY IT SEEMS
its seems i'm always the last to move.
i'm like that one random plant that blooms in late december,
after all the other plants have gone,
now sugarcoated in their frozen palaces
still lovely petals shining through
only enhanced by the gleam
though corpses encrusted in diamon graves
beautiful
and yet there i am
struggling to get up
to get out
to grow and show
you all just what i'm made of
aside from the derogatory stuff
the bitter thats inside
it seems i'll never escape the dumb blonde lable
and it seems that this bad taste
will well up inside me until i explode
until i implode
finally drowning in the bathwater
i dreamt i'd never love in
it seems that i'm like the odd one
that one person
that everyone feels sorry for
that everyone knows about
but that no one wants to talk to
always looking around for a helpful glance
scaring people away
with those desperate eyes
we all know what they're afraid
that he'll latch on
like that leech
sludging through those waters
those deep greens and blues
muddy love hidden
sucking at your skin
only lusting more in the way
you persperate a hidden sheen
the way it never could
it seems i'll never love
i'm not capable
just as trees cant fly
only the seeds
and only then they drop eventually
just like my want for love
seeing as a last act
slowly dancing off the edge
sliding slowly
slipping off
gliding over
the table
with the rope
with eyes unseeing
finally flying
until the dark
because i still hear the sound
oh this is not the end
just needed to get that down and out before it resurfaced again. : )
SLOWLY IT SEEMS
its seems i'm always the last to move.
i'm like that one random plant that blooms in late december,
after all the other plants have gone,
now sugarcoated in their frozen palaces
still lovely petals shining through
only enhanced by the gleam
though corpses encrusted in diamon graves
beautiful
and yet there i am
struggling to get up
to get out
to grow and show
you all just what i'm made of
aside from the derogatory stuff
the bitter thats inside
it seems i'll never escape the dumb blonde lable
and it seems that this bad taste
will well up inside me until i explode
until i implode
finally drowning in the bathwater
i dreamt i'd never love in
it seems that i'm like the odd one
that one person
that everyone feels sorry for
that everyone knows about
but that no one wants to talk to
always looking around for a helpful glance
scaring people away
with those desperate eyes
we all know what they're afraid
that he'll latch on
like that leech
sludging through those waters
those deep greens and blues
muddy love hidden
sucking at your skin
only lusting more in the way
you persperate a hidden sheen
the way it never could
it seems i'll never love
i'm not capable
just as trees cant fly
only the seeds
and only then they drop eventually
just like my want for love
seeing as a last act
slowly dancing off the edge
sliding slowly
slipping off
gliding over
the table
with the rope
with eyes unseeing
finally flying
until the dark
because i still hear the sound
oh this is not the end
just needed to get that down and out before it resurfaced again. : )