I haven't sat in a two seater With my back against the wall Since I've been in my teens I recognize this as Unimportant... Matter of fact I don't feel very major Background. Comic relief. My arms are shaking Like they're quietly Trying to escape from my body Because I said the wrong thing Or wronged you by my actions And the rest of my body Wishes they can come too Maybe ill send a postcard From an undisclosed location Maybe in that zipcode I won't feel like such a basterd Speaking of... I was talking about my dad today And I feel like a bastard by definition Granted the first five years Of my life He was My life But I loved an idea A creation of a man in my mind That really didn't exist I didn't know him I scotch tape fact and fiction Every few years trying to figure him out There's no one to prove wrong Just fighting my way out Of a thick blanket about 17 yrs long I'm trying to rediscover Love that I composed Digging for fools gold This makes my eyes jerk And twist out of welling up Instead they dart towards The nearest dig The biggest near miss is yet to come. Fighting love Is the feeble fighting the mighty A tiny part of me recognizes The temptation A bigger part of me Feels the rationale (sp?) dwindeling Simmering in my unsettling seat I meet my reservations head on They beat me like Ike But I ache for more The sun awards this sky With light that divides Today from yesterday The way it was presented was Straight from the heart to the head Lying in bed with a Limp conscience Is worse than a lying lover Guilt hovers like Clouds we associate with Cars, trains and aeroplanes The sick, sad and insane The heart The illusion The effort in vain The inane reasons we try so hard To not try the effort to try to drag Outta me the obvious Is like pulling teeth from a toddler Albeit odder for to be tight lipped She jumped shit from loyalty And she's drowning... We hang on to objects that We've created...hard water. I'm having a boat race with two sinking ships These lips were sealed And these eyes are swelled With overwhelming regret... But our transluesence was a sure bet.
Reason for writing:
2 drunken rides home and one sad one
Birth sign: Pisces
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