Diving Bell
With secrets on tongues, and breath in our lungs, I can hardly standTo walk on my own, my hands I would throw, up in the air.
Messages lost, I'm on but you're not, can't look into your eyes.
There's something you hide, with a fear inside, let go... let go.
With photographs and magnetic tape, we capture what would otherwise fade. And I'm up and I'm down, laugh with a frown- I feel fake. I feel...
Down in the woods of my tangled up mind, I dig up roots that I'd rather not find.
Let's just be as long as we last, no I can't take you, out of your past.
With photographs and magnetic tape, we capture what would otherwise fade. And I'm up and I'm down, laugh with a frown- I feel fake. I feel...
Poetry by Toulouse Wolfe.
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Written on 2010-06-06 at 19:34
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