my most favorite.
my most favorite.
she’s a fast paced girl with a stone tied tight ‘round her wrist.
polished and smooth, she wipes her brow, it grazes her lips.
rope burn…,”rope burn please don’t last.” the stains are present. the pain has passed.
a yearning that’s kept in a dusty old cupboard,
simply collects and is never discovered.
so, i’d pour some tea, a stopwatch right beside,
and simply look past what remained inside.
but as the hands swung ‘round to the top,
i awaked to find the old cupboard unlocked,
and under the grime, there it still remained,
old friend, the serendipitous daydream.
we are all ailed with this spreading disease,
but our boils are all figured differently.
and so we scratch and we lather in unconventional ways,
but we’re all just touching our sickness the same.
same. what you so deeply long not to be,
but i see you, and you see me,
and so we are all homo sapiens,
fighting and cursing our very connection.
i know nothing about this man. i know that he sings this lovely song that a friend shared with me, and i am now sharing it with you. i like the fact that i know nothing of this artist, because it adds to the beautiful mystery and visual of the music. enjoy, sweet friends.