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10.09.2011, 01:20 | #1 |
Passing
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You think your're so smart. I say rather dense. not knowing that I'm freaking, getting around you all tense. But when I try speaking, more mumbling, grumbling, queaking, while I can't find my voice, your going past me. No noise... Not even a sound,a ping or a plong not even a whisper, a ring, a gong Anything! What can I do? Playing a ghost say boo? or joing a march drumming, better trumping right into your face. At least that would lower the space I don't know. Even that would blow. You're a book with thousand sealed sides when I try grabing a glimpse your hands, your body,your limbs, they slide - like water, the ebb-tide at noon fading into nothing, hideing like the new moon. Not seeable, but present. Only this time I intent, Showing the moon it's place. Speaking up, screaming in your face. And so I still try making my voice at least cry. so Ii hope - nope. Still totaly quiet, seeming forever, filling my eyes, never ever! Being with you, what lies! You will leave me behind like always and I wil find myself mad, furious, sad, cussing at the world, making it bad. So before that I go. Saying a last goodbye with a bow. And then I fart - NO WAY! Excuse me? - you say. |
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