Drifting
13 years ago
I know nobody really reads these but I that's alright. I just have to sit down and write things out sometimes, ya know? It's not realy edited so I'm sorry if it seems a bit blocky x]
Stare into my hardened hands,
Touch the heart of sifting sand,
Drifting gently to the ground,
Watch me sigh without a sound...
Staring out across the sea,
Crimson crested, flowing free
Watch me wade into the waves,
Stained the same in ev'ry way
Press my face into the deep,
Sucking blood until I sleep,
Weightless, worthless as my name,
Sinking deep into the shame
Floating up upon the waves,
Dimming in the dying day,
Shed a bitter smile for me
Shake it hard into the sea
Drink a drop of briny foam,
Float into the night alone,
Wrapped inside the warmth of stars,
Squishing salve into your scars
Sliding now upon the floor,
Sinking slightly in the silt,
Why, oh why can’t I ignore
Face on which my hope is built
Chiseled, charming as those eyes,
Bathed in look of soft surprise,
Staring down from miles away,
Shapeless in the dying day
Stare into my hardened hands,
Scraping up a heart of silt
Trying hard to understand
Why or what or by who’s will
My heart must melt into the sea,
Up to where he stares at me
Stare into my hardened hands,
Touch the heart of sifting sand,
Drifting gently to the ground,
Watch me sigh without a sound...
Staring out across the sea,
Crimson crested, flowing free
Watch me wade into the waves,
Stained the same in ev'ry way
Press my face into the deep,
Sucking blood until I sleep,
Weightless, worthless as my name,
Sinking deep into the shame
Floating up upon the waves,
Dimming in the dying day,
Shed a bitter smile for me
Shake it hard into the sea
Drink a drop of briny foam,
Float into the night alone,
Wrapped inside the warmth of stars,
Squishing salve into your scars
Sliding now upon the floor,
Sinking slightly in the silt,
Why, oh why can’t I ignore
Face on which my hope is built
Chiseled, charming as those eyes,
Bathed in look of soft surprise,
Staring down from miles away,
Shapeless in the dying day
Stare into my hardened hands,
Scraping up a heart of silt
Trying hard to understand
Why or what or by who’s will
My heart must melt into the sea,
Up to where he stares at me
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