words-for-sanity

If only you would look at me, darling, Then I would allow myself to paint the sky. I'd breathe life into words, Just to show you how I feel. If only you would talk to me, darling, Then I'd say everything on earth possible, Ugly words would blossom to beauty And I'd write them down for you to see. If only you would touch me, darling, I wouldn't let cynnicism be my bible, my life, And people like you would be able to enter. My skin would feel happier, and the soul inside it, too. If only you would befriend me, darling, Only then would I allow my own rules to burn into ash, I would feel my freedom and my love for you, oh so freely

Do not die in my arms, Instead, dance rapidly for joy, jut out your arms, Swing your head, but swing not low. Your eyes may sting, your lungs will have no capacity for breath, everything industrial will want you, your soul, your body. Choose to accept it or reject it. But do not die in my arms. Dance for joy. I, too, want to claw angrily for vitality, I want the heaviness to crush me Like a punishment undeserved. If only I could let the pain soar through as I fall to my knees. Though I did not fall to die. I fall to feel joy. Please my friend my enemy my loved one Our eyes may sting Our scars may burn... But do not

His look is not longer welcomed here. His sweet breath has been discriminated. All his is, and all he will be, I will not want to see. The distance is true, and confirmed what I know. He never loved me, so I will go. Now his lack of observance makes me feel just as naked Maybe he'd rather not see this one girl Her body trudged in youth, Her eyes still for a juvenile. Maybe he'd rather just love a "woman", One who finally grew up. Those days-- I still wonder about them. How you sat next to me, Touched me, Talked to me. One big moment ended, and it dwindled our miniscule events. I could no longer anticipate it, I could no