Script Words

by Curing the Comon Cliche   May 17, 2009


Stop laughing dearest
It's not about being good enough
The plane crashed for one good reason
Because the burning embers might keep someone warm
You think that what you do or say
Don't effect it somehow?
If you think I'm doing this because I enjoy it
I'll tell you words that fall on blind eyes
That you are wrong but enjoy it
So tell me you quit in the most frayed of words
You know I'll forgive you in the end
The sorry's will never mean anything
If you don't want them to right now
Please whisper a quick I love you
Then over power it with another cut
Down both our metaphoric wrists
But if, humble, we find the antidote
To this fever dreams we own
I'll take it ten fold
One for me and one for you
Eight more for the cheshire cat's lives running dry
Listen close and listen this
Humble, we speak but we won't speak quick
Because repeat actions in due time
Slowly unravel in balls of twine
Like slow starting poems tend to finish fast
This dance that we share won't make it's way past
You dull out the phone with the emptiest breaths
So I'll roll up my sleeves, if that is the test
Pull out your razor, your twice sided words
Just know what you're doing,
Your sorry's are just script words

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