Post by bianxraquel on Sept 26, 2008 8:09:31 GMT 8
it seems as if time, as it heals
puts thoughts in a standstill
no more words vague enough
for people to decipher,
no more words naive enough
for people to ponder.
it's as if black and white mesh
and forms grey; my mind, grey.
an attraction so strong, currents
flow, electricity between you and
me pass through invisible walls
by him; you and me, silent messages
fly. between our worlds, secrets
held. kept in my grey, your grey,our grey.
and within walls of desire
and wishful thinking, all is quiet
and peacefully numb. hearts jumping
on trampolines, seeking for an ovation
and there is none; who the heck cares
there is only a me to you and him.
something that confuses the me and my grey.
maybe i should just erase you and him,
and let the grey
be black and white again.
puts thoughts in a standstill
no more words vague enough
for people to decipher,
no more words naive enough
for people to ponder.
it's as if black and white mesh
and forms grey; my mind, grey.
an attraction so strong, currents
flow, electricity between you and
me pass through invisible walls
by him; you and me, silent messages
fly. between our worlds, secrets
held. kept in my grey, your grey,our grey.
and within walls of desire
and wishful thinking, all is quiet
and peacefully numb. hearts jumping
on trampolines, seeking for an ovation
and there is none; who the heck cares
there is only a me to you and him.
something that confuses the me and my grey.
maybe i should just erase you and him,
and let the grey
be black and white again.