dry

deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my hearts broken
it must be love
to lift me up
for a sec
i thought
it wasnt love
im dry inside
i got the hives
i cant watch
i cant sit
i have to fall
into deep abliss
set your laughter free

dreamer in my dream

we got the guns

i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
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  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    waiting for a change
    waterfalls color my desert
    calling bed chants
    sickness in my head
    waiting for you
    a few more minutes

    lonely walk home
    ride the gravel
    sing to my empty soul
    sickness in my head
    waiting for you
    a few more minutes
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    she appears out of a paintbrush
    in my mind
    im just dreaming again
    just dreaming again
    out of a thin hole
    in the air
    shes real
    im just dreaming again
    just dreaming again
    heart filters thunderous chorus
    the acid pours out
    into the pit
    i could understand
    not living through this

    save me
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    direct hit heal my wounds
    the objects out of radar
    i cant see
    i cant feel
    i beg

    instant presence
    a reception
    say goodbye to pain
    say goodbye to pain
    i cant see
    i cant feel
    i beg
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    i neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeddddddddddd
    a phone call
    i need a plane ride
    i need a big love
    i need a phone call
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    mighty fine cryptic maze
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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