Saturday, August 29, 2015

oil and water

I am deprived
They are alive
Singing about love is exhausting
When you don't have any
Because the notes on the guitar
Flow together so easily
While my thoughts blend just
As well as oil and water
They talk about their crushes
Oh joy, oh joy
Mine were nothing but confusion
I looked forward to see him
And him
Then him
But in the end
He never came anyway
He didn't care
And him---
Let's just say none worked out
But made pretty good poems
Yeah, she says
I don't need no man
But it kind of seems like I do
And I sympathize with you
Because of all the people
I know somewhat well
You just seem like the one
Who would understand
The feeling that everyone else has a plan
While you're sailing through life
Not knowing how to deal
With the feelings you're given
And the lies bombarding you
Because here and now it takes someone
To make you feel worthy

So I'm falling to the earth
Feeling so worldly



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