Caricamento in corso...

Straying clear away

I feel like I’m inside of my shell again,
I feel no need to win, again,
It feels high time I change my mind,
And write away of the frivolous kind.
I’m eating my words spoken long ago,
Constantly followed by footstep in the snow.
    Who fucking knows?
The scene is dark within my skin,
Nothing to cling to, no spark is lit,
And, with the heavy set feeling of failure,
I step out each night, vibrations a frail purr.
So though my heart stirs, I leave it well alone,
No partner is welcome inside my home.
Heartache is too painful in the name of love,
Answers are seldom herd from above.

(2012)

Written july of last year, it seems I still hurt from time to time.

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