.:just a little something I came up with on the ride from Vancouver, Washington to somewhere in Oregon, written on a receipt:.
feel nothing
always changing
always fading
how much pain
can one heart hold
my bones are crushed
my heart cold
no warmth in my blood
hurt.
slow to heal, in too deep
look to the sun
hoping it will warm me
lost.
slowly I go down
losing hope, losing face
out there, too far to see
my future waits
but I can't catch up
it can't be real
almost too good for a dream
a distant hope so bright
i'm blinded and lose my way
romance, old-fashioned
love, a forgotten verb
read between the lines
of a love song
and find a hollow
find a shallow beat
a heart that's made of tin
a dull thump
reminds me i still breathe
read between the lines
and find flesh and blood,
sorrow.
warmth.
a dream come true.
