Once in a while
When we kill each other
I feel like I've done a mistake
By forcing into Neverland
And being so oblivious
Like the Cirrus when you don't see it
Like a nobody when you don't see me
Its not vandalism
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
I could've knocked, you know
I was lax to be discovered
A little fragile to be broken
One too shy to be spoken
But I can be copied
Tweaked 'n melodramatised
Kept to a simmer
Holding on to his senses in a fake beauty
Benign 'n feminine
Frivolous to all but women
'cause they are women
Come to talk about them
Even I loved one
A girl with everything a woman would envy
And yearn to rob and call it theirs
It is on a small note
I would have explained us
Had I been alive today
Once in a while
When we killed each other
I felt I'd done a mistake
By forcing into Neverland
And being so oblivious
Like the Cirrus when she din't see it
Like a nobody when she din't see me
Its not vandalism
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
But I'm dead now
I cannot explain the breath I'm taking
When we kill each other
I feel like I've done a mistake
By forcing into Neverland
And being so oblivious
Like the Cirrus when you don't see it
Like a nobody when you don't see me
Its not vandalism
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
I could've knocked, you know
I was lax to be discovered
A little fragile to be broken
One too shy to be spoken
But I can be copied
Tweaked 'n melodramatised
Kept to a simmer
Holding on to his senses in a fake beauty
Benign 'n feminine
Frivolous to all but women
'cause they are women
Come to talk about them
Even I loved one
A girl with everything a woman would envy
And yearn to rob and call it theirs
It is on a small note
I would have explained us
Had I been alive today
Once in a while
When we killed each other
I felt I'd done a mistake
By forcing into Neverland
And being so oblivious
Like the Cirrus when she din't see it
Like a nobody when she din't see me
Its not vandalism
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
But I'm dead now
I cannot explain the breath I'm taking
1 comments:
ya poetry reminds me of des lines...............
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
Wherever they can come
With clankum and blankum
'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,
With fun, jeering
Conjuring
Sky-staring,
Loungering,
And still to the tune of Transmogrification--
Those muttering
Spluttering
Ventriloquogusty
Poets
With no Hats
Or Hats that are rusty.
They're my Torment and Curse
And harass me worse
And bait me and bay me, far sorer I vow
Than the Screech of the Owl
Or the witch-wolf's long howl
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