Clip My Wings (Not My Tongue), by Lovecrafter Subscribe to rss feed for Lovecrafter

I tend to spread myself too thin
Don't look where I'm stepping in
Train wreck in a flowery disguise
I can never trust my own eyes

Take what you want from me
While its still on the market for free
You're gonna need what you reap
Know that later won't come so cheap

Keep agitating
So infuriating 
Save your breath
For breathing

I don't even bother  to unpack
For I know soon I will go back
We compete for most miserable
But in the end we're just the rubble

So I can be a little naughty
But it's far better than your haughty  
My head is glued to the clouds
You're down fighting with the crowds

Clip my wings
But I still have my legs
I'll just baby step
My way home
Don't see it
Then I must believe it
Just maybe trust you
Not your words
Posted: 2010-11-06 03:27:01 UTC

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2010-12-05 16:34:07maddy_7929
i truly love this poem. it would make an amazing song.