clockworkorangeagain
10-06-2005, 04:21 AM
The skin of a love again -
The crisp white-green of afternoon
When light shines through
The leaves of tall trees,
In a place we haven't faced
For a while.
That life was lead
Too many ships ago,
And we crossed paths then
And we'll do it again,
But for now the sail is lit,
We are ablaze -
Masking hearts of discontent.
I saw your soul once -
We only lifted a few feet.
It was bright then,
but faded under my flesh.
Which colour are your eyes?
Blue or green?
A thoughtful perception never
Seemed
So few and Far between.
Why do we always gain
What we wanted before
We lost?
Simple matters ended
When our paths crossed...
Pretty lame i guess...
The crisp white-green of afternoon
When light shines through
The leaves of tall trees,
In a place we haven't faced
For a while.
That life was lead
Too many ships ago,
And we crossed paths then
And we'll do it again,
But for now the sail is lit,
We are ablaze -
Masking hearts of discontent.
I saw your soul once -
We only lifted a few feet.
It was bright then,
but faded under my flesh.
Which colour are your eyes?
Blue or green?
A thoughtful perception never
Seemed
So few and Far between.
Why do we always gain
What we wanted before
We lost?
Simple matters ended
When our paths crossed...
Pretty lame i guess...