| Bright side This poem might seem depressing at first, but its about not fitting in. I sometimes feel this way...like I dont belong anywhere w/ anyone. i wrote it a couple nights ago.
Bright side
I dont belong to your web of fortune
I dont want to blend into your puddle
mud-ravaged, your in between filth
a line between parking lot and mansion subtle
i stand in the outside,
alone on the inside
dont bother me
i wont look on the brightside.
I close my arms and wish to die before you
the immaturity of your run-away carasouls
so evasive you are describing what you are
reveling in present time, its storming squalls
i stand on the outside
alone on the inside
shallow puddle
blinded by the bright side
I light a candle, i stare at it hard
maybe fire will swallow my cursed being
console me, you would never break me
im out on a limb but don't save me
you'd just enslave me
i stand on the outside
alone on the inside
in biting chains
i wont look at the bright side
i feel like the dark side
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As you tear and tear your hair from roots,
from that same head that you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove
that our love would never die.
As I sing and sing of awful things,
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
you get another clumsy chord.
-bright eyes
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