Living From Stillborn Dreams
She inhales her emerald smoke of apathy
into her souls abyss attempting to deaden the
pain of her weary day
She exhales her potential and gradually
erodes her psyche of memories and
consideration
She believes my misplaced sanity can be
found between the words of conversation
like meaning is found between the lines of
melancholy songs
She hides her true self from the world
hopeful that her facsimile is stamped with
the approval of a society prone to structure
and fads
But still she laughs and she cries
She is determined to live before she dies
Between two sheets, one of lust and one of
vulnerability, she searches in vain for
unconditional love
Between the past and the future she strolls
along the present as if it were a sandy beach
that is somehow removed from the erratic
waves of the vast ocean
Between here and there you can find her
smile or be touched by the warmth of her
sultry eyes
Between you and me she just wants to be
kissed softly goodnight while listening to the
hushed tenderness of her reciprocated love
But still she laughs and she cries
She is determined to live before she dies
Her insecurities are covered with a fresh
coat of paint in the morning and scrubbed
off at night before she dreams of a better life
Her loneliness is kept at bay as boys walk
leisurely through the revolving door of her
life
Her hopes, dreams and aspirations are
saccharine candy waiting to be opened for
too long, gradually accumulating dust and
going stale
But still she laughs and she cries
She is determined to live before she dies
COMMENT to be ADDED
into her souls abyss attempting to deaden the
pain of her weary day
She exhales her potential and gradually
erodes her psyche of memories and
consideration
She believes my misplaced sanity can be
found between the words of conversation
like meaning is found between the lines of
melancholy songs
She hides her true self from the world
hopeful that her facsimile is stamped with
the approval of a society prone to structure
and fads
But still she laughs and she cries
She is determined to live before she dies
Between two sheets, one of lust and one of
vulnerability, she searches in vain for
unconditional love
Between the past and the future she strolls
along the present as if it were a sandy beach
that is somehow removed from the erratic
waves of the vast ocean
Between here and there you can find her
smile or be touched by the warmth of her
sultry eyes
Between you and me she just wants to be
kissed softly goodnight while listening to the
hushed tenderness of her reciprocated love
But still she laughs and she cries
She is determined to live before she dies
Her insecurities are covered with a fresh
coat of paint in the morning and scrubbed
off at night before she dreams of a better life
Her loneliness is kept at bay as boys walk
leisurely through the revolving door of her
life
Her hopes, dreams and aspirations are
saccharine candy waiting to be opened for
too long, gradually accumulating dust and
going stale
But still she laughs and she cries
She is determined to live before she dies
COMMENT to be ADDED