Did i miss Something?
[WHen im in the forest
then im lost in the woods]
*When i look in you, i find the lost and the confused (spare the K). the trees twisted and carved with crossed out hearts. A overhang over leaves, and a misty hollow filled with the emptyness only explained by the lack of activity. The floor cold and the air a stirring, my breath visible through the cold and starry night. I'm lost waiting to be found. The enchanted forest; it never was, and looks as if it never might turn out to be. Some people dont like to make mistakes, and then refuse to make a decision at the forest crossroads. THe place where you see the green path with the little pink bunnies and the singing birds, and the other path where you see the gloomy and hung over trees above the trail which you know to be as a short cut. The path you see fares no answer, and you know you know this. This is a question in theory, a story you know by heart. Every line recited lip movement, by lip movement. NO quick looks at the ceiling to help you remember, you know this all too well, its the basis of you, its the basis of youth. Commitment to nothing and nothing itself would result. This paradise is leaving a short farewell, and a dont quite understand the last words. I want you to repeat them, everything abridged and simplified. The paradise has no road to be chosen from, it not the grean trail with the bunnies, nor the gloomy dark and hazy. Its a trail known by heart, one you dont have to see to believe, believe in what you see, and what you see you believe in. I see you, i believe in you. BURN. Ice cold is everything around me, im waiting for the coldness of my heart to reach my skin, im feeling the affects of everything slowly, but masked by the rush of warm air. Im in the woods, and im looking for somthing to warm my heart. Im tired the green, and the bunnies are too... everything. This known to be head-less horse men lacks not a head, but a heart, and i ride horseback. If only i could dive into the ground...where no one would find me. THe place where i would always be so small, and fit my place in the necessary slots i needed to fill. Do you still feel small when you stand besides the ocean? The silhoutte is killing and battling the image i had in my head, the engraved image i have of you, is being scratched away, swept away. Its the painting you paint that you expect to be washed away, just as you wash my heart away...
Let this be a sign, of the miracle i am due for, and i know that there is a point ive missed. The stars are too far to grab and too hot to handle, so they zoom past me in a frenzy of flashes, one that i saw coming, but had no chance of keeping up with. Ill run as fast as i can, and change as needed, but its all leading to me, and my failing, im failing to sweep you off your feet, and i lost at hello.....
*Stars as we know it can burn, and burn out*
**The star in my heart will never burn out**
***And in comes the beat, walk in full force, and no one will know what i walk in hopes of, no one will feel the power under my feet***
♥Marcos♥
then im lost in the woods]
*When i look in you, i find the lost and the confused (spare the K). the trees twisted and carved with crossed out hearts. A overhang over leaves, and a misty hollow filled with the emptyness only explained by the lack of activity. The floor cold and the air a stirring, my breath visible through the cold and starry night. I'm lost waiting to be found. The enchanted forest; it never was, and looks as if it never might turn out to be. Some people dont like to make mistakes, and then refuse to make a decision at the forest crossroads. THe place where you see the green path with the little pink bunnies and the singing birds, and the other path where you see the gloomy and hung over trees above the trail which you know to be as a short cut. The path you see fares no answer, and you know you know this. This is a question in theory, a story you know by heart. Every line recited lip movement, by lip movement. NO quick looks at the ceiling to help you remember, you know this all too well, its the basis of you, its the basis of youth. Commitment to nothing and nothing itself would result. This paradise is leaving a short farewell, and a dont quite understand the last words. I want you to repeat them, everything abridged and simplified. The paradise has no road to be chosen from, it not the grean trail with the bunnies, nor the gloomy dark and hazy. Its a trail known by heart, one you dont have to see to believe, believe in what you see, and what you see you believe in. I see you, i believe in you. BURN. Ice cold is everything around me, im waiting for the coldness of my heart to reach my skin, im feeling the affects of everything slowly, but masked by the rush of warm air. Im in the woods, and im looking for somthing to warm my heart. Im tired the green, and the bunnies are too... everything. This known to be head-less horse men lacks not a head, but a heart, and i ride horseback. If only i could dive into the ground...where no one would find me. THe place where i would always be so small, and fit my place in the necessary slots i needed to fill. Do you still feel small when you stand besides the ocean? The silhoutte is killing and battling the image i had in my head, the engraved image i have of you, is being scratched away, swept away. Its the painting you paint that you expect to be washed away, just as you wash my heart away...
Let this be a sign, of the miracle i am due for, and i know that there is a point ive missed. The stars are too far to grab and too hot to handle, so they zoom past me in a frenzy of flashes, one that i saw coming, but had no chance of keeping up with. Ill run as fast as i can, and change as needed, but its all leading to me, and my failing, im failing to sweep you off your feet, and i lost at hello.....
*Stars as we know it can burn, and burn out*
**The star in my heart will never burn out**
***And in comes the beat, walk in full force, and no one will know what i walk in hopes of, no one will feel the power under my feet***
♥Marcos♥