I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing
all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have
begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done,
I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the
music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I
pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug
the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on
those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of
light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace
that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt
I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly
soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry
again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my
tears.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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