My wings
You, reflections and shadows are the only proof of my myth
i am nothing but a story being told
the spook who sat by the sign up sheet
spitting whole hearted words
into half listening ears my time ran out
i ran out the door behind her
trying to catch my second chance
to make the right first impression
and that's when i ran into an angel with blood on her wings
she told me she had flown to close to the truth
and was never quite able to reach her dreams either
i apologized
and i wiped the blood off of her wings
and now we talk on tuesdays
but our talking turned sour and now we argue late nights
this seems to be the best time to hide true emotion
see we've tried to just talk
but we've shot the breeze so much
we've left the atmosphere filled with all this dead air
and inspiration is no longer airbourne
see our words used to have wings
but now they just fall flat
like emotion read off paper
but i'm illiterate to all her emotions
so i read her lips imagining her words to be as happy as we once were
and i wish i didn't have to be so wrong
and i wish i had my butterflies back
and i tell her
you know sometimes, i know you cry cause you have nothing else better to do
and praying won't convince you.
and i wish i could be there for you and for me too
cause in my dreams your tears are enough to get me home
but in the real world my tears are exactly what keeps me from getting there
and feeling sorry for myself has become second nature to me
like loving a king for his crown or laughing at jokes at my expense
but i want to be more than your HA,HA,HA!
i want to be your messiah
i do
and with these hands i want to baptize a single mothers tear drops
turning them into rain drops
forcing her to grow new smiles each day and i will
but i'm told my days in this existence are numbered
but i grew up in this existence coloring by the numbers
so each day is as bright as i can make it
see i've been here for an eternity
and i plan to be here for another
so what significance to past lives play
if we can't appreciate the ones we're living in
come talk to me
you are everything i've dreamt you to be
but am i what you've dreamt me to be
see sometimes i know enough to cry
but tears in relapse never seem to make much sense
so i don't do it
and please no more plaguraized reasons
cause all your excuses are starting to sound the same
and believe me i wouldn't have such a hard time believing myself
if i wasn't always repeating myself
and i tried
i tried say things just once
but it's not the intent of your word
but how your word is taken
i am the first word God spoke
and the last word the poet wrote
i am love and though attempts have been made to destroy me
i live on
LOVE
HATE
FIGHT
DEATH
REBIRTH
You, reflections and shadows are the only proof of my myth
i am nothing but a story being told
the spook who sat by the sign up sheet
spitting whole hearted words
into half listening ears my time ran out
i ran out the door behind her
trying to catch my second chance
to make the right first impression
and that's when i ran into an angel with blood on her wings
she told me she had flown to close to the truth
and was never quite able to reach her dreams either
i apologized
and i wiped the blood off of her wings
and now we talk on tuesdays
but our talking turned sour and now we argue late nights
this seems to be the best time to hide true emotion
see we've tried to just talk
but we've shot the breeze so much
we've left the atmosphere filled with all this dead air
and inspiration is no longer airbourne
see our words used to have wings
but now they just fall flat
like emotion read off paper
but i'm illiterate to all her emotions
so i read her lips imagining her words to be as happy as we once were
and i wish i didn't have to be so wrong
and i wish i had my butterflies back
and i tell her
you know sometimes, i know you cry cause you have nothing else better to do
and praying won't convince you.
and i wish i could be there for you and for me too
cause in my dreams your tears are enough to get me home
but in the real world my tears are exactly what keeps me from getting there
and feeling sorry for myself has become second nature to me
like loving a king for his crown or laughing at jokes at my expense
but i want to be more than your HA,HA,HA!
i want to be your messiah
i do
and with these hands i want to baptize a single mothers tear drops
turning them into rain drops
forcing her to grow new smiles each day and i will
but i'm told my days in this existence are numbered
but i grew up in this existence coloring by the numbers
so each day is as bright as i can make it
see i've been here for an eternity
and i plan to be here for another
so what significance to past lives play
if we can't appreciate the ones we're living in
come talk to me
you are everything i've dreamt you to be
but am i what you've dreamt me to be
see sometimes i know enough to cry
but tears in relapse never seem to make much sense
so i don't do it
and please no more plaguraized reasons
cause all your excuses are starting to sound the same
and believe me i wouldn't have such a hard time believing myself
if i wasn't always repeating myself
and i tried
i tried say things just once
but it's not the intent of your word
but how your word is taken
i am the first word God spoke
and the last word the poet wrote
i am love and though attempts have been made to destroy me
i live on
LOVE
HATE
FIGHT
DEATH
REBIRTH
clutch64:
I like that, Brother...really.