on my hands

PerceptualPerceptual Posts: 200
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
crash, distraction, your world is fucking slow
can't believe your minds refuse to blow
once you're blessed to be screaming last
and you're fresh out the sun
wasting fashion, design is time to go
a crease in ours, its over now, oh no
when greed enthralls, forms a child like yours
a fresh out the sun

holding crimes
starting again
on my hands

call this friction, more like summer heat
caution fried the ground beneath your feet
all my thumbs for a heart like yours
a fresh out the sun

folding crimes
starting again
on my hands
"this one, anytime I say love if you wanna say love, uh, say it, and if you say it you might as well say it loud, and if you don't feel like sayin' it, don't say it, but if you feel it, certainly say it..."

NOTE: Everything I write in the P,P&M section are intended to be songs, not poetry.
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