I has musics

Saturday, April 19, 2008

A beautiful death (thanks justin)

You looked at me and said, "I don't love you anymore,"
it was soon after that that my jaw hit the floor
instead of calling curses down, I drank what you still offered
except that it left me parched, though, like a muse without an author

"I opened like a locket, 'If you're ever cold,' I wrote,
'There's warmth inside of me, I'm the pocket of an old winter coat.'
But where she used to say 'I need you,' now, 'I don't.'"

"Life, it takes some growing up," she said,
and I, half serious at best, could only but digress
"It's all I've got to do..." and I spit the poison from my lips
and acted surprised at the sun's reflection off of you

We were but children dressing in our parent's clothes
playing house, but we didn't know the rules!
We made them up as we went
but the shine wore off the play jewels
and left us sitting in our rooms,
dressed as and speaking with ghouls!

"Let me be lowered down like a casket
and buried just below her chest
'Whatever I was searching for, it was never you,' she says,
The record ended long ago, but we kept on dancing nonetheless"

We'll put music to our troubles and dance them all away
We'll put music to our troubles and soon, we'll be dancing the night away
We'll put music to our troubles and dance them all away

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i like this one.

its pretty deep.

so at least some good came out of this... which is your writing.

i guess im a pretty good muse.

-melissa