Bleed The Colors
by thatWASthen on June 04, 2004I’m breathing in the aroma
Of a night spent on my back
Staring at the stars
Whose intentions are only to cut me open
Its ok, I’ve overcome from worse than this
But the scary part is the fact that I got nothing to lose this time
I can’t help but find myself glued to the streets
Staring at every passing pair of headlights
Wondering where they’re going
And thinking if they got it as bad as me
I don’t know if their story could compare
I’ve been writing entries every passing day
I hope you see the west coast
And while your there could you find something for me
Something far from here, a place by the sea
And just maybe you could seal your voice in a seashell
So everything will be fine one more night
I’m short of breath
Lying face first in a puddle on my lawn
I’ve seen the colors of blue and green
Beating raindrops freshly sprinkle the wrinkles on my skin
And I’m reaching for a cloud of air that isn’t even there
Walking on a tightrope between each of your memories
This is what you ask for when your silence says it all
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