i know not why memories are termed as bittersweet
for those tears are always saline
i dig deep down my home made mines
where residues in the love-silo are seldom found...
my calcium deficient boundaries try hard to hold 'em
scalped skin dragged against the wind moves me towards 'em
the feather in my hand is too small to change the course
of the river inside the canyon with all my liquid dreams
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
6 Comments:
your lines?
I loved it, espc that why are they termed bittersweet
excellent
almost!
p.s. btw.. you can like 'em even if they're mine!!!!!!!
..n' he bows to acknowledge the appreciation!
:P almost kya..a yours or not?
...first of all this attitude is not at all helpin'!!!... n' that's all!!!
yeah yeah.. they're mine.
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