This place I've visted many times before,
I'm walking in,
when I should be walking out that door.
Eternity stretched below me in your smile;
what you want, yes you'll be given,
cause you know I'll always give in.
This door I should be walking out,
I don't know what this confusion is about.
I know whats best and I'll find a way,
but you know I have to say,
that every part of you finds a way to fill me, eventually.
So I just can't go.
Even if it's whats best for me,
I don't know how to make you see,
that sometimes things just fall apart,
and we're not meant to push this hard.
This door I've been walking in,
to this room far away from him.
Has been open for longer then I knew.
But, when it's open it's scary 'cause,
it's like an ocean in front of me
All vast and empty
waiting for someone to fill it with what he was.
This door I should be walking out
I now know what this confusion is about.
I know whats best and I'll find a way,
but you know I have to say,
that every part of you finds a way to fill me, eventually.
But I just have to go.
well, I gave it the benefit of the doubt...but like 99% of all poetry...
8)
Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck,
Screw a kangaroo
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
You can do it too.
8)
You know, i'm starting to think that the reason alot of people don't like poetry is because they try to read it like prose.
Of course it makes no fucking sense that way, just as if you tried to read a paragraph by looking at each word through a microscope. A chainsaw's a woefully inadequate tool for slicing a cake, but it rocks for cutting down trees.
It sucks...It sucks like a Las Vegas Prostitute.
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Screw a kangaroo
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
You can do it too.
8)
Oh well, what the hell
Screw the whole damn zoo.
:twisted: