A story worth telling through a straw

My hopes and dreams
Prepared for the worst
They built baricades
They locked up the gates
But they were too late
Oh, how I thirst!

I thirst for the songs
I thirst for the rifts
My hopes had their troubles
They're smashed down to rubbles
Souls float on the bubbles
The things we call gifts

The gifts make us proud
In our eye alone
The sky calls it justice
If it weren't, would it kill us
The thirsting will rust us
Please take me home

Home is the place
Where the "heart" is
So high, from where I kneel
Comb my hands through the peel
Of the roof of the real
So many of them I could list

My list is for no one
No one but my friend
He stands fifty feet, I know
I measured him with the width of my toe
Chopped him down, made a boat I could row
He never liked to pretend

Oh please, please pretend
Make believe that I'm not here!
Please! Oh please!
Don't be such a tease!
My soul needs to ease!
Year after year after year...



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-11-11 at 03:05

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