What Comes
Posted on Oct 6th, 2009
by
Shanti
Stewing in my own soft skin
slow asleep
caught in the spell
My prayer your lullaby
messing with my own sweet mind
Like this.
I dream of reality crashing through,
And the meaning of feeling on purpose,
Like I like to imagine,
Maybe it's you.
Abiding by this measure of time
pressing here into now
where I've never been quite ready
To take it all
at all
for what it's worth,
cause what's a girl supposed to do?
slow asleep
caught in the spell
My prayer your lullaby
messing with my own sweet mind
Like this.
I dream of reality crashing through,
And the meaning of feeling on purpose,
Like I like to imagine,
Maybe it's you.
Abiding by this measure of time
pressing here into now
where I've never been quite ready
To take it all
at all
for what it's worth,
cause what's a girl supposed to do?

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