My Velvet Is Crushed
heartfelt like velvet gliding past my fingertips
you say this weather's got you down
we are dead ends again
a soft sigh, once a soft hope
trying to come to terms with
the most power i ever have
is when i rest beneath flowers
and there are minds still stuck on me
you say this weather's got you down
we are dead ends again
a soft sigh, once a soft hope
trying to come to terms with
the most power i ever have
is when i rest beneath flowers
and there are minds still stuck on me
♠ ♠ ♠
Sometimes, I feel as if my brain is corduroy--no, velvet. A bundle of soft, delicate waves; no match for the rain.
I absorb the water like a sadness that weighs me down.
And sometimes, even talking about it can't wring out every last drop.
Can it ever?