on Words.
Everything I'm about to say
I've said a thousand times since my
Unconcievably messied youth.
This may be a rant,
or maybe just amatuer prose...
This may break your heart,
but of that
only God knows.
I know it's hard to find my Reason,
but I've still got my Rhyme...
The proof is in the way
It always turns out like this,
(or almost all the time.)
& it may look like I'm drowning,
Writing way over my head,
but breathing underwater is second nature...
If only I could
turn useless verbs into Wine.
For all the records,
in everyone's collection
I am burdened daily by Words,
& if I could,
Oh, Lord how I would,
simply feed them to the birds.
And silence is a foreign concept
To my tongue,
And like giving a mouse a cookie...
You should know that once you kiss me
You should run.
'Cause I'm far from a saint,
&
I'm all facts,
but a mystery
Maybe you confused me with an Angel
When you caught me singing,
But I'm not a southern bell
So it's safe to say:
Stop your ringing,
Stop your clinging
To this idea of:
Heaven & Hell
That's my wish
& well,
We may have Good goals
And good intent to make things Right,
We're just punching the skies, babe
& it's as bruised my skin tonight..
We are just two broken Souls
Stuck inbetween
The two completely opposite poles of
Black & White.
(Regardless of which side you choose..
We'll both go down swinging
& we will both win this Good Fight.)
