Monday, October 17, 2011

Penny For Your Thoughts

I told everyone the story before
Of the way he shut, closed the door.
Of the past and all the things we'd seen.
Of all the places we had ever been.

My heart was tied long ago.
To a man i knew, would never know.
You feel it though.

I failed to cut the strings he tied
too tight to breathe, too boxed in.
It was by chance i met another one
willing to carry those strings for me
willing to cut me from my noose.
Now i allow myself to see.

i'm turning the tables, on my feeble attempts at love
I allow you in, walk yourself in, close the door.
Your heart whispered gently, but i screamed out a no.
I'm sorry, yours will be the last i ever intend to keep.
come in i'm only turning these tables, you see.

I intend on setting fire
to this long forgotten bridge
i intend to throw the weight
of the world on top of it
i need to hold your reason,
i need to cradle your thoughts.
i need another excuse
for letting all of this out

Drown me up, beam me out
We are all sinking, and the fastest way down is not.

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