in alaska
it is freezing.
I sit here with this blank piece of paper equal to my mind set. Im walking down a narrow guided path and wondering why everyone has given up on me. A blank piece of paper says more then any picture could ever describe. With this I could do anything I could be anyone from past to present and in only takes the quick strokes from my right hand. I am imperfect. Thinking back in the past, faded memories. everything goes back to these faded memories. Hopes of love fell into this fire down this hopeless path. These words mean nothing. I am imperfect. one more romance down the drain. I give too much to gain so little. Under your covers we kiss and tell everything but the truth. Just one more failure in progress, but progression has stopped. So childish why do we lay under the sheets and spread lies from our lips to our ears faster than cancer could spread to the lungs of a human who smokes a pack a day. Nothing more of a illogical map brought to you by unrealistic feelings. Im looking at things through your side of the window. ive noticed the flaws and closed the book of lust. I'm ready for something different. I am imperfect. All is quiet across the table and I wonder how if it meant so little how were comfortable taking off your cloths. Once again im heading in an endless downward spiral too quick to stop, and what is at the end of nothing? an outline we drew with our fingertips across your bed sheets and across our skin. A map of no where that leads to nothing but it means everything. Atleast it does to the better half of us. shade, sketch, stinsel & configure something thats near perfection. only to disassemble an imaginary ideal only one of us is strong enough to hold on to. they should mass produce boys like me. broken hearts always come better simultaneously rather then alone. I am imperfect.
I sit here with this blank piece of paper equal to my mind set. Im walking down a narrow guided path and wondering why everyone has given up on me. A blank piece of paper says more then any picture could ever describe. With this I could do anything I could be anyone from past to present and in only takes the quick strokes from my right hand. I am imperfect. Thinking back in the past, faded memories. everything goes back to these faded memories. Hopes of love fell into this fire down this hopeless path. These words mean nothing. I am imperfect. one more romance down the drain. I give too much to gain so little. Under your covers we kiss and tell everything but the truth. Just one more failure in progress, but progression has stopped. So childish why do we lay under the sheets and spread lies from our lips to our ears faster than cancer could spread to the lungs of a human who smokes a pack a day. Nothing more of a illogical map brought to you by unrealistic feelings. Im looking at things through your side of the window. ive noticed the flaws and closed the book of lust. I'm ready for something different. I am imperfect. All is quiet across the table and I wonder how if it meant so little how were comfortable taking off your cloths. Once again im heading in an endless downward spiral too quick to stop, and what is at the end of nothing? an outline we drew with our fingertips across your bed sheets and across our skin. A map of no where that leads to nothing but it means everything. Atleast it does to the better half of us. shade, sketch, stinsel & configure something thats near perfection. only to disassemble an imaginary ideal only one of us is strong enough to hold on to. they should mass produce boys like me. broken hearts always come better simultaneously rather then alone. I am imperfect.