Sunday, April 10, 2011

Day 474: Surges

I can't decide if this is a song or a poem... Either way, it's my newest "surge of word".

Parts

Beneath the blinking sunlight,
our patterns twist and fray.
We have too much curiosity,
fit for just one day.
It started as a lost feeling,
a glitter splashed night.
But somewhere along our tour,
the mark fell out of sight.

So if you wanna really know,
I lost myself in you.
You took my only parts,
and I took yours, too.

Our game is fun in theory,
and I'm standing in your door.
I thought we said goodbye once,
now our cards are telling more.
This isn't for forever,
or even for a year.
So open up your darkest corners,
and I'll open up my fears.

So if you wanna really know,
I lost myself in you.
You took my only parts,
and I took yours, too.

Written word cannot heal,
the pathway burned in stone.
Our broken pieces stole,
a bit of our lost souls.
So don't be scared,
by the fragile nature of me.
We'll mend our parts soon,
but for now we'll see.

So if you wanna really know,
I was almost lost and learned:
You play with fire,
and you will get burned.
So if you wanna really know,
I lost myself in you.
You took my only parts,
and I took yours, too.

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