I'm walking down a pitch black hall
feeling my way home
it's the way i've chosen to go, through the dark
its because i live in my head,
i fell short of seeing the truth
tonight we all retreat into our separate entities
light seeping through closed doors-
press your ear against the wall and try to decipher secrets on the other side
your brilliant beauties make me want to write myself into a corner with no way out-
in ink- so i won't forget it
i envy your clandestine lifestyle
i want to be you, with my same dreadfully poetic thoughts
ill trade your broken eardrums for shattered glass on the high way
and sunken eyes for a worn out pen
id trade that gleam in your eye for the spark of revenge in mine
it kills me to see you there
you should be mine just like i had dreamed
you see she is perfection-
i am seeing stars and black holes in my vision from holding my breath for you.
i should've learned the first time
- The First Real Boy
Winter '07/'08
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