I'll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink, tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink Though I know I've set sail on a wishing well the daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath I take, gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake It gives one no time to think things through. I know words always come before you do, but I can't find no poetry left in these lines I've been trying too hard, too long, too many times Is this what a biochemist would call happiness? Is it part of some unmade promise I thought I could forget? Is it time that I let some air come through? For now strangling love is all I can do. Yeah, I know you have mountains of poems in mind, all explaining how all wounds will heal given time But these days are no longer my time to spill, and I know that by waiting, I'll make them stand still I kept it as close as I could through through those winter nights, but the ropes only tightened 'round me as I tried to fight There's no worth throwing stone in a wishing well Now I'm out of black ink and I know it's all poetry, know they're just lies, but I still scavenge on what I find in between those lines I'll pretend there was happiness, fake to have felt pain just to feel there's a reason to read it again ... Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com