Something is special between us
caught between beaten up hearts and bleeding teeth
and I'm not too sure of where we're going to end up
but know that I will always hold you close...
under my ribs, inside of my skeleton
broken bones are like band-aids
and unspoken words are on my favorite cassettes..
all through the dark and washed away night.
Under my ribs there is a beat that hits me like a xylophone
and I don't know which way too look.
I will hold it against my chest and let the beat, hit me softly
all of my organs are labeled with letters
another persons initials
tokens of flesh
and you can have my heart if you would lend me your liver..
and her eyes were so distant, and her lips were so strange
but they resembled mine closely in the mirror
Under my ribs there is a beat that hits me like a xylophone
and I don't know which way too look.
I will hold it against my chest and let the beat, hit me softly
With the two of us safely, in a distance of inches,
I know I will always be home
I'll listen forever and it gets so much closer
but ideas are so much better, than facts
but always remember that I will hold you close
and keep holding myself back
we'll keep it a whisper, our love for our secret
we always knew all the words
And I always listened, and I smiled politely
and I never let go of our favorite songs..
2 comments:
So, why did you baleet all your entries?
Because when I went back and read some of them, I realized that most of them ended up sounding bitter about someone. And. I didn't exactly intend for them to be that way.
They just didn't fit what I meant, you know?
And. Some of them I intensely regret posting.
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