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Symphony of the Grand Whatevers
I cried myself to sleep last night
And I still didn't feel a thing
Strange to think it could be my last day
Without a care, a hope, I wish me away
And they ask me if I'm sad again
I shrug at them and say, "I just feel numb"
To be sad, I must have visited happy
And I don't think I've ever been
Residing in my little cardboard box
All alone, never let light in
So when you cracked the top slightly
I saw your face and now I depend on you, my friend
I'll get attached and come undone
When you tear out my seams
But it's okay, let the cat play with my strings
Because still, despite the clawing, I just don't feel a thing
Simply
Simply beautiful.
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.
Ahhh such lovely writings
Ahhh such lovely writings again! numbness is exaggerated alot these days. my fingers can still type at the end of a script well after numbness! ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."