I only meant to come for an hour To sit here - a part of you Simply trying to reach (With little arms) over a quiet stone, Reach past the surfaced past ...But hours collect little arms Into a grave embrace. I believe in you - I believe ...But in you its been concieved The birthplace of negative space I pray to you Past His deaf ears Past the bands of relativity Whispers - meant not to ask (or beg) But to seduce the answers From a tight lipped majesty I believe in you - I believe ...Please tell me now so I can leave How do I walk barefoot and unafraid? Eyes to see (through the shells) Lips to speak (twice thought words) Fingers to touch (scanning over broken stone) I'm afraid... There's only one stone, One place of grass, One beginning... But it's a shared place And there's infinite negative space Between all real numbers... 0 and 0...one and two I believe in you - I believe ...But now every fiber interweaved Compiles this pile of broken glass I possess fingers that can't control their place A mind that can't maintain pace Stuck thoughts in a think place Will I ever return to clarity? Will I stop seeing the reflection of One or one I love In the surface of a cloudy stone? I believed in you... I believed. Please return me to the place I lived Take me back to the stream in your backyard Please take me to a forgotten playground And the days of fairy dresses and silly poems Back to playing make believe with believable friends Please take me back to what i never thought was imaginary Please take me back or let me leave.
Reason for writing:
This one is long, but I wrote it for a friend of mine that killed him self. (Cole- 5/10/82- 5/10/01) I miss you Cole, I pray for you every night.
Birth sign: Libra
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