Post by Laura on Nov 26, 2005 13:27:17 GMT -6
a/n: create your own ideas for what this is about.
Honey Trail
your stare is a boiling point
yet chills me to the bone
you claw out my insides with your uncut nails
and ice me over with your voice
the words,
they spill
drip over me like a honey trail
when will the bees arrive?
You ask of me, dear, please do not fight this
try to recreate it for a fairy tale you plan on living
you dance on tribal symbols, to drum cymbols
you sharpen your teeth with lightning bolts
you seem to burn my soul so my lungs can't breathe
can't seem to inflate with the oxygen this room possesses
but you seem to freeze the marrow inside my skeleton
will I ever move again?
your words,
they drip
over me like a honey trail
when will the bees arrive?
my dear.
Honey Trail
your stare is a boiling point
yet chills me to the bone
you claw out my insides with your uncut nails
and ice me over with your voice
the words,
they spill
drip over me like a honey trail
when will the bees arrive?
You ask of me, dear, please do not fight this
try to recreate it for a fairy tale you plan on living
you dance on tribal symbols, to drum cymbols
you sharpen your teeth with lightning bolts
you seem to burn my soul so my lungs can't breathe
can't seem to inflate with the oxygen this room possesses
but you seem to freeze the marrow inside my skeleton
will I ever move again?
your words,
they drip
over me like a honey trail
when will the bees arrive?
my dear.
It gives me something to do.. .Like I can read something like... "I watched as the tree fell onto his lifeless body" and while most see it is a tree falling onto a person I see it as an emotional drought of the girlfriend of a man in a coma and she is describing how she feels rather than what really happened to him... like what she was seeing happen right before her eyes... just an example... I enjoy reading what other people think of my work becuase more often than not they have a different perception of the words than I do... 
