Drowned in the thought of you and I together. Seems like unfortunate weather. To see it as fate. Would never compensate.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
Eyes couldn’t see what you're doing here. Have to make the life of me so sincere. Going over the same pain. My eyes fill with the winter’s rain.
Each day comes around when I could do without the hesitation. A kiss that might as well mean less complication. Bodiless in these cramped conditions.
There's a man sat upon a counter, staring into space. Look closely and you see an empty expression on his face. After the light is switched off and door locked, he'll begin to breathe.
In sheltering forest, I can not forget. The moment of new loving when we met. Your hand's touch made the connection true.
When I get cancer, which I undoubtably will. I'm not going to let a single tear spill. It's no use trying to fight the inevitable.
Taken in the direction of down. Have I any choice if my heart is bound? So we’re on our way to hell. You didn’t think I’d take it so well.
If we hadn't of gone out, this wouldn't have happened. The bastard who dropped the needle, I'd beat the crap out of them.
Here lies the history of war. A devastation behind every door. Battle scenes from yesterday. Know exactly when to play. The battlefield is covered in bloody bones.
I see life through newborn eyes. I can sense if something lives or dies. It feels like such a burden. I don't want this overwhelming sensation to worsen.
The leaves are crisp and the air is sulphur filled. We get cold easily and feel very chilled. Trees are naked in the morning dew.
Behind the glass, reflectively. I see a man standing there who looks like me. But something is not right. Not all of the pieces fit the same.