02-11-2010, 09:56 PM
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{{Happy Bubble}}
Join Date: Dec 2009
Location: New York
I am currently: 
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"Schizotype 7"
I swear people must think i'm blind, and maybe I am maybe I am. Or maybe it's clear; clear i'm transparent. A pane of glass not to see a minor reflection in the darkest of hours. Rain dripping down the glass. A somber tower; eyes cower falling to the floor;closing the curtains. Nothing more; nothing more then dreams. I will die in this room; we dye this room red. Leaning against the pane of glass; pain of grasp as we hold onto all that's left. A fragile thread falls;fallen; falling. Though I digress;regress become that which we refuse to be all that we are; alienated; identified.Analyzed we take a breathe and falling off the ledge they look up. Solid I; Solidly I hit the ground.
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"i want you within my soul,
arms open wide i would swallow you whole.
We melt together,souls drift in the flames.
passion burning, and the skies ablaze.
Along such beauty and grace,and I am barely worth your presence, my fingertips graze your face.
You will be the one,I could never replace.
And two become one, We are one in the same."
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