(no subject)
Disjointed Mind
1.
I let you rub your gasoline hands all over me,
could you use your tongue to ignite the flames?
Sometimes I think my skin has just been stretched over my frame,
in order for you to caress it.
My blazing body is no longer mine to reclaim.
it's yours now, but for this act of possession you can't be blamed.
A beauty such as you, knows only too well how to tame,
Even when the only words that pass between us are the breathless whispers of each other's names.
2.
In my memories we're spinning around table tops, the collection of furniture is a beautiful blur.
We spin in time to the crooners in the background, who pass in and out of my ears in a steady purr.
In my first dances of life I could always rely on you to be my faithful chauffeur.
While spinning,I think of us as a tree, our hands and arms the delicate leaves,
Oh, if we want to be able to sway freely in the wind, we have to really roll down our sleeves.
Mini cyclones ravage the spaces between our fingers as we trapeze,
We must have stolen all the happiness in the world, in that moment, we were the worlds most carefree thieves.
You let me sway and have my way, and on the outside you were perfectly serene,
I never could see the fear that hid within you, for my leaves were still far too green.
Does a single branch ever consider the whole weight of a tree?
Your roots were strong and they hoisted me up so the suns vital energy I could gain,
I was way up high, you made sure I had the most perfect view of the sky, and burdened yourself with all of the rain.
One day we had to stop spinning, when a crack in your veneer showed a sorrowful look of pain.
I had become too big for you to hurl around the room, so you finally had to give my twirling form free rein.
My fallen leaves started shaking, for they were, for the first time, completely alone,
the twirling colours and the cyclones quieted, the crooners could only moan.
This metre length distance was the furthest my fragile leaves had ever flown.
But to their surprise, they weren't defenseless, without even noticing it, they had grown!
And, oh, how much freer the wind does feel, when sitting atop your own throne!
My limbs, they rejoiced in autonomy, as the crooners began to lighten their tone,
And just as the rooms colour's started to smear,
I saw upon your weathered face a look of cheer,
as you knew how well you'd prepared me to embrace all of life's unknowns.
1.
I let you rub your gasoline hands all over me,
could you use your tongue to ignite the flames?
Sometimes I think my skin has just been stretched over my frame,
in order for you to caress it.
My blazing body is no longer mine to reclaim.
it's yours now, but for this act of possession you can't be blamed.
A beauty such as you, knows only too well how to tame,
Even when the only words that pass between us are the breathless whispers of each other's names.
2.
In my memories we're spinning around table tops, the collection of furniture is a beautiful blur.
We spin in time to the crooners in the background, who pass in and out of my ears in a steady purr.
In my first dances of life I could always rely on you to be my faithful chauffeur.
While spinning,I think of us as a tree, our hands and arms the delicate leaves,
Oh, if we want to be able to sway freely in the wind, we have to really roll down our sleeves.
Mini cyclones ravage the spaces between our fingers as we trapeze,
We must have stolen all the happiness in the world, in that moment, we were the worlds most carefree thieves.
You let me sway and have my way, and on the outside you were perfectly serene,
I never could see the fear that hid within you, for my leaves were still far too green.
Does a single branch ever consider the whole weight of a tree?
Your roots were strong and they hoisted me up so the suns vital energy I could gain,
I was way up high, you made sure I had the most perfect view of the sky, and burdened yourself with all of the rain.
One day we had to stop spinning, when a crack in your veneer showed a sorrowful look of pain.
I had become too big for you to hurl around the room, so you finally had to give my twirling form free rein.
My fallen leaves started shaking, for they were, for the first time, completely alone,
the twirling colours and the cyclones quieted, the crooners could only moan.
This metre length distance was the furthest my fragile leaves had ever flown.
But to their surprise, they weren't defenseless, without even noticing it, they had grown!
And, oh, how much freer the wind does feel, when sitting atop your own throne!
My limbs, they rejoiced in autonomy, as the crooners began to lighten their tone,
And just as the rooms colour's started to smear,
I saw upon your weathered face a look of cheer,
as you knew how well you'd prepared me to embrace all of life's unknowns.