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Written by Diana, on 23-01-2007 22:30
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Rock Paper Scissors

It's rock paper scissors as to whether I will get over you at all.
It's hand against hand and both hands are mine.
It's standing in a circular line, which is not to say that I'm not also happy.
A happy meal with a surprise inside.
Surprise, surprise is another bright light in my eyes
Exposing all the stuff I'm not calculating enough to hide.
This melancholy that I carry makes me feel so grown up at the kitchen table doing shots of resignation.
I never thought I'd see the day
When I would I say I give up and tame the stallions of my wildest expectations.
But I do not want to know you this way, surrounded by so much pain.
But how am I supposed to let go of you this way, like a bird into the sky of my brain?
I think I could accept all these dark colors as just part of some bigger color scheme
If it wasn't for that drippy string quartet of sadness underscoring each smiling scene.
Yeah desire drags me right out of myself like a gas soaked rope tied to a piece of coal.
And I'm getting pretty good at looking at the bright side
While the flames ripple on the sand and swallow me whole.
But this melancholy that I carry makes me feel so grown up at my kitchen table doing shots of resignation.
I never thought I'd see the day
When I would say I give up and break the stallions of my wildest expectations.
But I do not want to know you this way surrounded by so much pain
But how am I supposed to let go of you this way like a bird into the sky of my brain.

Last update: 23-01-2007 22:49

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