it's my belief that love
is a feeble attempt to make flesh from fantasy
to make all of my unspoken dreams into reality
jackoff chris plays the dream machine
manifestation of things unseen
impatiently awaiting the arrival
she blew in like snowflakes,
though her love was warm
in her brown eyes rests
the bluest skies, exploding
blossoming into paradise
luring me in
i want to enter your paradise
today was a warm day
and like snow, the foundation of our love melted
cradled in your arms, gazing into your eyes
a sight my eyes don't deserve to see
in my eyes, my world is collapsing
the horizon shatters
the sunshine escapes
and the colors all bleed into one
one shade of gray
and with the color goes the warmth
and the stability in my life
imust rebuild my own life
before i attempt to live in yours
so i must set you free
before i end up bringing you down with me
jackoff chris packs up his dream machine
in his suitcase with a pair of jeans
and an empty space where pride and joy once occupied
and walk away
maybe i'll be back someday
because i love you
even if my eyes speak otherwise |
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