Saturday, July 10, 2010

my ten hour head ache (i wish i was down with taking asprin)

when nothing feels a comfort

no pillow, tea, or song will do

not even a lullaby written especially for you


when the body is heavy

but the mind wants its turn

the two are at odds, union has to be earned


when lonely is scratched vinyl

and only the the sad songs will play

but even then you can’t bear to throw it away


when a dream’s hiding itself

trouble seems to call off the search

you’re not in a cage but you’re stuck on your perch


when synapses are firing

but there’s no sense to it all

and you keep trying to jump when all you need is to fall

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