But We May Deserve
Want the wanting cat,
Break the crying child whatever that may be.
And don't wait until the doorbell rings,
It will be here when the desk does sweat,
Of moisture and brown veneer.
What I want is none with the concern,
The wallpapered headboard is crashing into me.
But I baked with clean stars,
Inhaling the snuff,
I can feel the dark waters staring,
Out of the corners of my eyes.
But Posiedon refused to hold them,
Against my pleading wishes.
I want to be drowned,
But,
With the waves wanting to drown me.
Waves come in and waves go out,
But wont ever come to me.
Ive never known much of the ocean,
Because it scared me.
Its waters were scary,
What if they could some how hurt me?
But let the deep oceans scream with pain,
Its okay,
They feel the,
Waking silence,
Of the hole in my stomach,
As it grumbles.
Think not of the white lined notebook,
Scribble in it really fast,
I know you can.
Just let it out,
And stay for a while,
Holding onto the wine glass strong and hard.
Candles flickered as I cut out the boards,
The figures are dressing up the alarm,
Of life and colored markers.
What sense is here but the jumble of words,
Of whats spewing out of my head.
But they make sense to me,
We may deserve to know.
He may deserve to know.
But whatever I may do,
My tongue stays held and crying with lettters,
Waiting to show whats sitting inside.
For years,
Ive been lying,
And waiting with lights.
To show that Im here,
For he may deserve.
Lanterns are crying tears for me,
And can understand why I spew.
Snow shudders with the trees,
And the cold is my savior.
Folders of papers,
And boxes and things,
Are holding what I keep,
But let out inside.
Who knew a life like mine,
Could be ended so quickly,
With the simple decision that I could make.
But you,
He may deserve,
I want it to be me.
Saving the dinner for the homeless man,
Who sits on my doorstep.
I would keep that man in warmth,
And dream him in my company.
But we may deserve,
What nature does hold.
Its meant to be this way,
And thought need not interfere.
Think,
Deep ocean,
And wonder.
Wonder for me.
Because he does deserve.
Break the crying child whatever that may be.
And don't wait until the doorbell rings,
It will be here when the desk does sweat,
Of moisture and brown veneer.
What I want is none with the concern,
The wallpapered headboard is crashing into me.
But I baked with clean stars,
Inhaling the snuff,
I can feel the dark waters staring,
Out of the corners of my eyes.
But Posiedon refused to hold them,
Against my pleading wishes.
I want to be drowned,
But,
With the waves wanting to drown me.
Waves come in and waves go out,
But wont ever come to me.
Ive never known much of the ocean,
Because it scared me.
Its waters were scary,
What if they could some how hurt me?
But let the deep oceans scream with pain,
Its okay,
They feel the,
Waking silence,
Of the hole in my stomach,
As it grumbles.
Think not of the white lined notebook,
Scribble in it really fast,
I know you can.
Just let it out,
And stay for a while,
Holding onto the wine glass strong and hard.
Candles flickered as I cut out the boards,
The figures are dressing up the alarm,
Of life and colored markers.
What sense is here but the jumble of words,
Of whats spewing out of my head.
But they make sense to me,
We may deserve to know.
He may deserve to know.
But whatever I may do,
My tongue stays held and crying with lettters,
Waiting to show whats sitting inside.
For years,
Ive been lying,
And waiting with lights.
To show that Im here,
For he may deserve.
Lanterns are crying tears for me,
And can understand why I spew.
Snow shudders with the trees,
And the cold is my savior.
Folders of papers,
And boxes and things,
Are holding what I keep,
But let out inside.
Who knew a life like mine,
Could be ended so quickly,
With the simple decision that I could make.
But you,
He may deserve,
I want it to be me.
Saving the dinner for the homeless man,
Who sits on my doorstep.
I would keep that man in warmth,
And dream him in my company.
But we may deserve,
What nature does hold.
Its meant to be this way,
And thought need not interfere.
Think,
Deep ocean,
And wonder.
Wonder for me.
Because he does deserve.