don't pause at my ear and withhold your words
let it drip from your tongue and mumble a third
your stinging silence has me twisting wrought
i brought a love, an apple and a bag of my thoughts
it's a socket a nail and a love and a curse
it's the plaid and the liquid and the music's timely burst
when you crept in the night to steal a pointed verse
then just to twist and to tie and play the game first
under the painted door don't lie to yourself
the curve has me rendered and begs to be delt
they ask for your name behind the hidden trees
shaded by the dungeon of your mortality
banging your head against the unchanging walls
I wait and I wait and I wait for your fall
the triangle box just stares at me
what can I do for you tonight, my lovely lady?
you ask and you state and you pause at my ear
you ask and you state and you pause at my ear
tell me you love me and save energy from fear
in the night, in the heat, in the secret southern bleak
in the river of my soul flushing out the meek
overlapping circle, my eye catches yours
dancing and glowing and glowing just to glow
sing that song again once in the night
hanging on a hated pause and feeling contrite
standing dry at your mercy
in the street's light
Thursday, May 05, 2005
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4 comments:
I stopped by
I stumbled across your blog. Welcome back. Very cool, keep writing....its refreshing.
I agree, I came back for seconds.
2 months and no update...tear...that's "tear" as in cry, not "tear" as in rip...
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