Mellenkahlee
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Friday, August 06, 2004
No Way To Dream Zort from URL @ 3:53 PM Shuffling along in my room by my bed, I contemplate kissing you softer instead Of holding you tightly with no room to breathe. I'd spill something hot on you just to be seen. I wait for that moment I'm touching your hand, Then turn away rapidly as if you’d command -ed my arms to be cut off for breaking the law Of the queen whom I stand before or rather I crawl. Oh I swear this is no way to dream. Coffee shops have long lines I’d rather talk. Or sip on your lips while I grasp for a rock To knock myself back into reality, And sit by my bed wiping blood with my sleeve. Counting my toes, which are there on their own. I know there’s no reason for lengths they have grown, Except for impressing you or just making you laugh. The same reason I have more hair on my back Than you on your head or between my eyebrows. Can't we go out later to tip over cows? Oh I swear this is no way to dream. Head back to the basics of just you and I. Exasperate answers to questions and lies That we've told each other to try and seem cute. Perhaps I should have taken better grasp of you When you had a choice between me and whom you would choose. I step aside for the ten millionth time. Then spin back abruptly and get back in line With the horses and monkeys, gorillas and boys That must have spent less time with you than their toys. And rich-men with muscles, who tend to beat me, While using my crushed bones to pick at their teeth. I wait in line patiently here to hold you, And think of why I might have a chance with you. Oh I swear this is no way to dream. Your silky dark hair with no flaw but its shine, That blinded me when I saw it the first time. A pink star stands out sharply from black paper ground. A star does not shine but it glows all around And lights up the black paper world without fail. I must have been dreaming to think I could bail Out on this paper world for no reason at all. I'm only a blue star of ink twice as small. But at least I've a friend who can show me the way. I fumble for words to ask you what to say. Then recant my blunder as quick as I slipped. I shoot for your heart with my soul but I've missed Out on letting you answer me whole-heartedly. I spit out my pain and all my jealousy. It flows down the drain to the sewer and back. Then asks you to pet it and jumps in your lap. Oh I swear this is no way to dream.Hold hold me tighter I don’t want to see. ::!~ Trying to Smile ~!::
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