Still a rough draft that needs refinement. All constructive comments would be appreciated. |
My hope has no feathers It’s freezing to death The cold’s cut through my jacket Right into my chest And the thing that bugs me The thing I find wrong Is that my heart might freeze over Then shatter, be gone How ironic, I laugh, mad with hysterics The very love we swore is the cause of these antics The very love you proclaim is making me frantic ‘Cause I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place Stuck between hope and a dulling despair Between throwing you out and wanting you here Between wanting to live my whole life for you And ending it all What else can I do? ‘Cause I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place It’s cold And I’m chasing these rainbows In search of fool’s gold And the bright lights I saw at the end of the tunnel Are the flickers of fireflies Searching the rubble Of a city A mind filled with struggle and strife There lay the ruins of my former life There lay the ashes There lies the dust Of metallic shined dreams now coated with rust And like all fallen cities Surrounded by walls The outsiders are oblivious to it’s prisoners calls But those in control Cling to the façade Insisting on niceties, forcing children to play And so from the outside there’s no sense of trouble As the kids play and fall In the dirt and the rubble And the neighbours smile sweetly Behind windows; intact While the houses around them crumble in shacks And they say the soul’s windows are the eyes So if they are smiling Who hears the heart’s cries? On the pavement: A skeleton of a street sign The ruined structures A reminder of time And the rusty car that transports my thoughts Speed has decreased from one hundred to naught The saddest thing is: I thought it was working The petrol was full The engine was purring H A H A! NOT A CHANCE If something seems to good to be true it usually is I’ve gotten the T-shirt Taken the quiz Joined the club and got the badge Lived it and learned it and all that jazz Hated myself and hated you too Yet I’m torn by love What the hell should I do? O God how I hate this Wish it weren’t true Can’t stand the thought of my life without you But I can hope all my life And wish ‘till I’m blue Somehow… I know… Life continues without you |