To Myself On a Strange Sad Tuesday Night

topic posted Tue, August 24, 2004 - 8:44 PM by  Juniper
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Me, I don't cry.
Lately, I cry alot.
First to the toast of a newborn king
Last to the one who denies everything.

You, you don't sing.
I hear you sing alot when you think no one
is listening.
I hear you sing alot.

Me, I deny everything
Why not theres only so much I can bring.

You, You give yourself away everyday.
Me, I try to buy you just so you will be
safe.

Me, I keep you waiting for the right one.
Sometimes I wonder if my life is over or hasn't yet begun.

You, you shove yourself in my face
demanding that I know you by your taste.
demanding that we are equal players in the same race.
You shove it, you shove it in my face.
Suck it up, wash it down
watch me drown
Feel it burn wash it down.

Me, I'm always leaving you waiting,
You, your sick of waiting in line till the next time.

Me, I'm afraid of lying to you but I lie to myself all the time.
You, you know it when I lie, you love me that well.
You know it by my smell,
you know I stink when I lie.

me, I'm such a coward, hiding behind
the truth as if I were some saint.
You, you shove it my face and expose me for everything I am not.
You shove me in my own face.


To myself should you ever want for
a face in the mirror,
I will be there.
If you ever forget who you are,
I will be you, and shove it in your face
till you cough yourself up from where you are buried deep inside your chest I will give birth to you, you do the rest.
Is there anything in life that is not a test?
To myself on my wedding night, I someday hope to see that light, shining just for me, no one else,
guiding me till that day comes guiding my love to me.Someone who will know me in my sleep, who will know the promises I keep.
And do n't keep to myself and who will shove it in my face and make me taste my truth
Taste it, roll it on my tongue make me remember
how it all began.
I remember a time when I could not understand
how people could forget anything...then I lived longer and learned to forget and remember like books in a book shelf, all of it there, not all of it is always good to read all the time.
So the feelings go underground become things I cannot see, try to seperate you from me,
Till you shove it my face and remind me how to see.
Here is to you who can never be taken from me.
The one thing, who can never be taken from.
you can lose the ones you love, but never the love you have for them, unless you let it go.
Just remember you make it so.
Now, just Go!
To myself on a strange sad tuesday night filled with tears and light everything will be alright,
tho it may not be what you think you want.
posted by:
Juniper
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