A Journal of Sorts
"she has faces up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her guarding her slumber a black bead rosary under her pillow and when it thunders she clutches it tightly and she hears silence is white, sound is black, the world is wrapped in a paper sack and when i leave i close the door to this galaxy of yours dropping by i open a window as the breeze blows in the curtains are butterflies and we hear the churchbells ring out on a hill and all of their echoes left us singing silence is black, the room is bright, our world is basking in tv light and we are laid out on the floor of this galaxy of yours with all of your heroes waiting in paper piles laid on the floor i push my paintbrush lightly and fill in any empty nail holes" ~ Verve Pipe ~ |
so long since the profound found me, so long since I found the profound... longer still since I shared anything real... but in words, life becomes real... words express all I feel... and the words sweep me off my feet, sacrifice defeat, leads me to remember being complete and sharing all the love I can feel, sharing makes it real... give me once upon a time again, one more time... alas, solitary romantic gibberish does not fill the nail holes... and all the paper piles I've left behind all the times I gave my heart I never meant to lose my mind and all the silent secrets buried so deep all the times I gave my trust I never meant to lose my sleep but promises I keep slowly tear me down it takes all my strength just to raise a smile from a frown these promises I keep still tear me apart it takes all of my faith just to hear the beat of my heart and all the memories I've left behind every time I gave my heart still rocks the roots of my mind love can never be left behind and all the priceless passions buried so deep every time I gave my trust still haunts the silence of my sleep love can never be buried too deep and promises I keep bring me to the ground where firmly I can stand and face the most silent sound these promises I keep still tear me apart I give all of my faith just to hear the beat of my heart that rights every wrong and that keeps my faith strong stronger with every beat of my heart entrusted encrusted busted |
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