Saturday, January 31, 2015

drip the meaning

i sometimes believe
in peace,
but not often enough.

i believe we are able,
but it's often too
tough.

every day trials,
recovery
and denial.

we never die.
we only expire.

kill the words
and be free.

sometimes i believe
in love,
but not often enough.

i believe it's attainable,
but it's often too
tough.

we hide who we are
behind the shadow
of what we want
to believe.

and when it's all over,
it's such a relief.

we can finally love
in a way that's free,
in a way that fulfills
our needs.

we never die.
we only expire
to somewhere else,
leaning on the dim light
of eternity.

when i see you
it reminds me
of where i've been
and how far i've gone.
it tends
my heart
and makes me long
for days yet to come.

but i'd rather kill
the words
and be free.

i'd rather watch
the birds
and have you
here
next to me,
glancing at the sky
before i lie
about
what it means
to be alive.

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