harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
- Messages
- 2,091
The poetry has gone for now
I don’t know if its coming back
I used to be able to write things with a reason
But now I sit down at night
And stare for hours at the masterpiece of an empty page
And I couldn’t bare to add another stroke.
Living a song,
The beauty of drunk love,
The tragedy of separation.
So why this guilt
When I give you what I know you want
Playing this stupid game like a pro.
Time doesn’t seem to mix,
And this song is repeating.
I have a selfish need right now.
How do I trace the line from then to now?
Where’s the proof that it wasn’t all a dream?
How do I even know you were real?
Its so easy to forget,
Memories bitter sweet like granite,
Ive toyed with amnesia like a vein.
The answer is a break,
a broken window.
The darkness palpable on this night in my life.
I don’t know if its coming back
I used to be able to write things with a reason
But now I sit down at night
And stare for hours at the masterpiece of an empty page
And I couldn’t bare to add another stroke.
Living a song,
The beauty of drunk love,
The tragedy of separation.
So why this guilt
When I give you what I know you want
Playing this stupid game like a pro.
Time doesn’t seem to mix,
And this song is repeating.
I have a selfish need right now.
How do I trace the line from then to now?
Where’s the proof that it wasn’t all a dream?
How do I even know you were real?
Its so easy to forget,
Memories bitter sweet like granite,
Ive toyed with amnesia like a vein.
The answer is a break,
a broken window.
The darkness palpable on this night in my life.

