There's a bitter sadness,
amongst the wild madness,
as the grass stains my hands.
Music and laughter
Things I chase after,
Leaving the world to it's own command.
And there they all stand,
As if they understand,
And in their hands are
Flowers are laughing at me,
Showing how they disagree,
But they don't see what I see,
Cause there I see her,
As my words slur,
She doesn't care
That in her hair are
Flowers as they cry for me,
They cry for who I want to be
They cry about the girl I see,
As she, stares straight through me.
And as she walks away I find,
That she is always on my mind,
The mind that is encircled by
Flowers in my hair,
Should I move them,
I do not dare,
For they are what links her back to me,
And without her I can't be free.
(edit: I actually turned this into a song)
YOU ARE READING
Where my brain lies.
عشوائيMy mind is a strange maze of random things that shouldn't usually work together but somehow make a very flawed human. This mind of mine creates things that have no use in this world, stories with no ending, songs with no melody, and paintings with n...
