opinios

bank your worries under your mattress and try to discern. write your morals on your money and see if it returns. fool your words into tomorrow's search, stutter an excuse for a way out, tongue-tied aerobics for your soul, when your hearts full of doubt.

you's your nous, sift through the dreamer's dreams, choose one and live it in reality, dreamers always chase but never really get it. broken fragments that mirror your life, line your flattered room stepping stones, only god knows how many armies you've been through. write your name in the sand and let the emotional ocean consume you. worship from hills and count the drills when your skies no longer blue you know the pain has shaped you then you'll be filled, it's hard to still be the flame even harder to create a spark, tears always burn but determine to make your mark.

tearing down boundaries that sting still unable to depart, though you're covered in sin you're dressed for the part. unconscious tools to be re-used any time between stop and start. how many ways to kill a man? the six foot deep author verifies hell gratify the part.

how many are just, when it's a figure of speech it's just a figure of deceipt, in the letter of beseech. often easy to be schooled but a lot harder to teach, easy to yell but a lot harder to preach. some wounds heal over, others leave crooked scars, you're trying to make the words out but it's hard to read the dusty cue cards. bible pages are thin for a reason, you can fit more in, you get the score? live and let love live, act right and you might get an encore, just don't get greedy and prolong the applause.

gather in a space with every race you might just be appalled to show your face, so to feel safe keep your door ajar, pull the covers over your head, but the monsters are too busy raiding the cookie jar than hiding under your bed.

the mood is set, it's a candle lit test and i'm best dressed it's hard to keep calm, so when she decides to adjust her lip balm, i can peep the smudged answers written inside my sweaty palm. for all i can see there's little here for me and what's here i cant applaud. it was a grave mistake to love your face which now taunts me more, why are you still here when i gave our love to the lord?

as floorboards shake with quick relate, claw the clouds with haste in your escape for heaven's sake. the only talk you make is with the chatter of your teeth, as new topics bring hesitation I'm avoiding conversation through deep apocalyptic stare, when the music stops i'm always the one thats left without a chair. but i was never one for crowds so i couldn't really care, as empty cupboards fold like open arms to despair.

counting your losses the balance seems unfair, so join the regiments and try to perceive how to return next year's eve with loving sentiments.