Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Maybe another day

Negative space compiles over Picasso's best canvas torn down in a rage 
I converge to the road I drive aimless 
There's your eyes I center my gravity 
Nothing is everything lost now in broken days 
I wait at the door and nothing 
Faith sleeps with her mask on and I'm pounding down her door . Is anyone listening ?
I carry you in my smile , in the song and in every peice I give away and hold on to 
I can't seem to move . I can't seem to breathe you see . 
You are the lungs I used under the ocean 
The heart I used to find joy 
There is nothing apart from my day with out you 
As I let go I hold on , as I wait a little longer  

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