speak my mind.I wish I could "speak my mind,"but I don't even know what's in there sometimes.
fossil.wipe of the dust upon my eyelids,and brush off the cobwebs on my lips.dare to clear my airways,and make me stand on my own feet.separate each finger, and loosen my wrist,find some clothes that just fit.chisel away at rocks on my knees,and try to name me.I'm all yours.Truly, I am.Mark'd by stars,Part of a plan,I'm all yours,Truly, I am.Now, please, can you hold my cold handAnd call it day?
wanting - happening.There's a distinct difference between "wanting" And something actually "happening."At one point, everyone has said it, Everyone supposedly "meant it."But look where I stand, clenching a pencil in hand,With just another day to dread.Simply sleeping: that's not an option.I always think of the hallow hearts and empty promisesI've been forever told.There's a distinct different between "wanting" and "happening," Darling,And one of them is you.