My Last Picture Show
What did you just find?
That you’ve been forgotten and maligned
Like a pair of shoes never shined
How did that affect your mind?
She was always a little too high strung
Always afraid of being unsung
She wasn’t one to simply sit among
It all depended on how her fate was hung,
It seemed peace was slightly unobtainable
Like a flickering wax candle
Her emotions were quite uncontrollable
She seemed quite inconsolable,
Here I sit watching my life go by
Occasionally suppressing a tear run dry
Mostly failing to comply
Asking questions, but I didn’t mean to pry,
In the aftermath of failed love
It seemed like we fit like a glove
Somehow I fell from high above
Not the stuff dreams are made of,
Knocking at an ancient castle door
What do I always have to escape for?
Just trying to keep tears from having to pour
Why isn’t there joy anymore?
Time to escape into my dreams
Where nothing’s as bad as it seems
I no longer notice the muted screams
Remembering how she wore her blue jeans,
Within this darkest of nights
How badly I wish I could take flight
Perhaps death will hold me tight
Glistening with odd colored light,
Maybe I’ll come through
Oh the glint of autumn dew
Maybe I’ll forget about losing you
Then it will all be right on cue,
Were you my fatal blow?
No redeeming quality no seed to sow
All dressed up with no place to go
Were you my last picture show?
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