This is so hard to say:
There is no way back to you.
I thought there would always be.
In the world of bestest, forever :
but now these mountains that won't move
all the lies we told others
and then ourselves
all those compromises for others
and then ourselves
oh, these mountains, that love can't
tunnel through, these craggy edges
that I cut my skin on
oh these wastelands of the heart
and these rocks of knowledge
they cut, I bleed, they cut.
There is no way back to you.
I thought there would always be.
In the world of bestest, forever :
but now these mountains that won't move
all the lies we told others
and then ourselves
all those compromises for others
and then ourselves
oh, these mountains, that love can't
tunnel through, these craggy edges
that I cut my skin on
oh these wastelands of the heart
and these rocks of knowledge
they cut, I bleed, they cut.
5 comments:
You think you can get back? Ha.
:D
Do I sense some author pain in these words?
@ Anon1: Also- "I'd rather read Vogon poetry than get back with you". :D
@Anon 2: Do you? *raise eyebrow *
Anon 2: Yes ;)
@Anon2: Wouldn't have taken *you* for 'the naive and sentimental reader' :p
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