You’re all covered in my sadness baby
I can see the sorrow encompassing your soul
like a heavy blue silk
you wear when you want to stay cold
You said I don’t make you stronger darling
bitter and weaker like an abused dog
but I bet she made you spineless and fearful
long before I came to call
And if you can’t dust yourself off
Then has love made a man of you at all?
A fool for your own regret
a prisoner to your own walls
Are you happier in stubbornness?
Does the pride make you feel tall?
Before we say goodbye
i'll paint a reflection in your eyes
we say so little now
but in the still innocence
we find our greatest good
And I would love you if I could
till the dragons fly out of the sky
and burn away old lives
for all the pain your took
I would love you if I could
~Jessica Robbins (C) 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
I feel like writing something sad
A funeral, a break up, a memory gone bad
i thought once or twice
about a dream i've never had
and after every god damn tear i shed
still the same unchanged face i'm always looking at
Can you sanctify my hurt?
It's like a razor on the sky
Let's make the damage seem less worse
as the stars bleed for you and I
bullets cut across the earth
And i'm still sitting here alone
cause you couldn't put me first
maybe after a few more laugh lines
another disappointment or two
you'll set aside some time
make room for eternal youth
it's always been right here you know
basking on the vine
lending a certain glow
like an island of old witches
waiting to be discovered
wasted your whimsical wishes
on thoughtless trinkets
and unfurled riches
while the treasure of the lamb
went unattended, unguarded
so is the tragedy
of living life half awake, halfhearted
~Jessica
A funeral, a break up, a memory gone bad
i thought once or twice
about a dream i've never had
and after every god damn tear i shed
still the same unchanged face i'm always looking at
Can you sanctify my hurt?
It's like a razor on the sky
Let's make the damage seem less worse
as the stars bleed for you and I
bullets cut across the earth
And i'm still sitting here alone
cause you couldn't put me first
maybe after a few more laugh lines
another disappointment or two
you'll set aside some time
make room for eternal youth
it's always been right here you know
basking on the vine
lending a certain glow
like an island of old witches
waiting to be discovered
wasted your whimsical wishes
on thoughtless trinkets
and unfurled riches
while the treasure of the lamb
went unattended, unguarded
so is the tragedy
of living life half awake, halfhearted
~Jessica
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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