Post by Laura on Mar 18, 2006 12:36:39 GMT -6
I feel like shouting
let my voice box just shatter
attract false wind and sympathetic whistles
forget bells and pretty kites
flying endlessly in a cough syrup sky
wish its rain were honey and slow -
so painfully beautifully slow
and catch up with bluesy laughter
catch fire and singe a tune
just stringed from a towel too small
too short to wrap around my waist.
I hate showy pink people
who believe even the smallest greys are black
no emotion for a poetic girl
just writing to pass the time of this sickness
feels like home but cancerous
and no one speaks or wants you near
contagious, I'm as contagious as the sun to the moon
nothing can change this
irresponsible, unreasonable mood
and this bed is aching
from constantly taking my falls
and holding me up with its weak structure
too small of a room
to breathe advantage breaths
and it's too crowded outside
to look abnormal in a sun dress
so I just feel like shouting
with no air in my lungs.
let my voice box just shatter
attract false wind and sympathetic whistles
forget bells and pretty kites
flying endlessly in a cough syrup sky
wish its rain were honey and slow -
so painfully beautifully slow
and catch up with bluesy laughter
catch fire and singe a tune
just stringed from a towel too small
too short to wrap around my waist.
I hate showy pink people
who believe even the smallest greys are black
no emotion for a poetic girl
just writing to pass the time of this sickness
feels like home but cancerous
and no one speaks or wants you near
contagious, I'm as contagious as the sun to the moon
nothing can change this
irresponsible, unreasonable mood
and this bed is aching
from constantly taking my falls
and holding me up with its weak structure
too small of a room
to breathe advantage breaths
and it's too crowded outside
to look abnormal in a sun dress
so I just feel like shouting
with no air in my lungs.
