When this sleeping pill can't kill my insomnia,
take out your old violin
scrape the string
play me a lullaby
and be my real valium...
Monday, April 4, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Me Over There
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Author: May December
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just if you really exist
and if you are really me
have you ever thought about me, the other you?
or is it me just being another you?
how many of us? can you tell?
so which one could it be?
me crossing over there?
or you crossing over here?
do we have the same thoughts?
do we share the same things?
what do you have right there?
what do you see right there?
in the alternate universe
and if you are really me
have you ever thought about me, the other you?
or is it me just being another you?
how many of us? can you tell?
so which one could it be?
me crossing over there?
or you crossing over here?
do we have the same thoughts?
do we share the same things?
what do you have right there?
what do you see right there?
in the alternate universe
Friday, February 11, 2011
Bloody Friday
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Author: May December
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Nothing's left
nothing...!
only God
my very last fortress
the only strength, the only hope
God, tell me...
how could I keep my sanity...?
nothing...!
only God
my very last fortress
the only strength, the only hope
God, tell me...
how could I keep my sanity...?
Monday, January 3, 2011
Just Unusual
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Author: May December
|
Monday morning
8.10 AM : something is missing
no morning greeting
no morning smile
Monday afternoon
4.00 PM : guess something will be missing
no afternoon farewell
no afternoon smile
8.10 AM : something is missing
no morning greeting
no morning smile
Monday afternoon
4.00 PM : guess something will be missing
no afternoon farewell
no afternoon smile
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Perfect time, great conversation
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Author: May December
|
yesterday, i got a lot to say
instead of saying, i chose to listen
and i kept listening till the very last word
my own words, they really could wait
as the words came out, i noticed something
something i couldn't define,
something i could just feel it
warmth, tenderness, loneliness
i felt there was an empty part inside that shell
that strong shell, it seemed so fragile
and i was afraid of touching the wrong side
a little crack, and that would be an awful picture
so tell me now...
just tell me how
the empty part, i really want to fill it up
cause it deserves a completeness
and i listen
just keep saying,
keep telling me everything
and i will listen
and now...
i've still got a lot to say
but i think it's not today
and it's okay
instead of saying, i chose to listen
and i kept listening till the very last word
my own words, they really could wait
as the words came out, i noticed something
something i couldn't define,
something i could just feel it
warmth, tenderness, loneliness
i felt there was an empty part inside that shell
that strong shell, it seemed so fragile
and i was afraid of touching the wrong side
a little crack, and that would be an awful picture
so tell me now...
just tell me how
the empty part, i really want to fill it up
cause it deserves a completeness
and i listen
just keep saying,
keep telling me everything
and i will listen
and now...
i've still got a lot to say
but i think it's not today
and it's okay
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