posted on February 07, 2003 @ 1:53 am
(it's by bryano and has the same effect as "stars")
song like a prayer/memory like a ghost
you think back to better days
this thing's been happening
when you were just a kid
now you don't know the girl
who lives inside your skin.
so you cry yourself to sleep,
your sobs hang in the air,
and the song of your soul
floats up like a prayer,
through the night, into the stars
the ones that always were too far.
you can't count how many times
you've tried to pluck them from the sky,
to put them in a little box,
and sit it beside your bed.
then each night, open it up,
while dreams go through your head.
they'd shine inside of your room,
and guard you as you slept,
sparkle like your tears,
and watch you while you wept.
since i was fifteen,
i keep having
this reoccuring dream.
i'm staring at a painting
trying to find meaning in the lines
but the colors just blur
together in my mind.
then i'm lost in the woods
in the middle of the night
huddled up and shivering
waiting for the morning light,
but the sun never rises
in the depths of my brain,
just perpetual darkness
i never could explain.
eyes in the shadows,
always shimmering,
as i find myself running
from this ghost of a memory.
and she crinkles her nose in discomfort as she disappears beneath her comforter. ha, comforter, provider of comfort. nevermind.
"hey cheesetor, do you want to play the most fun game in the world?"
"oh boy! are we going to diagram a sentence?"
"no. diagramming sentences isn't the most fun game in the world."
"then my teachers lied to me!"
<3, pyx.
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