i used to cast my light like a net on the sea
when i came around you would shimmer for me now my spotlight might be something you dread like a jailbird ducking away or running ahead is it just me or is the fog rolling in thicker cause what used to beam now only seems to be a flicker i might look good, i might seem strong but you are wrong, i'm just stuck in the moss tell me where should a lighthouse look when it's lost? i used to take each wave with a grain of salt thought the price of love was the pain of assault now when the wind howls, i tower, irate at the owl and the moon that i imitate oh the brutal ache of phantom limbs makes for futile shakes of your hands my friend my armless body's head just spins and i’m jealous of the seagull’s glide i search for days less tall, more wide oh a glow is just a glare with too much pride to die
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