Delta40
08-26-2011, 06:41 PM
I dwelled there too long,
meandering through my derelict mind.
My soul existed in a rusted caravan
where purple purple violets
wilted in my beer glass.
The tv kissed me awake
too many times.
I grieved for what I never had
and lay injured by foetal nostalgia.
My legs went unshaved
as days stretched like pink bubble gum.
Strange how a knock on the door
made me sway side to side like Stevie Wonder.
You told me it was because I was blind.
Blind to breakdowns, divorce and good sex.
Yes, I dwelled there way too long.
Trapped by my own sense of pity,
I believed riding the midnight bus with you
would free me from wistful thoughts
of phantom happinesses.
The kind of dreams I force fed myself
till you my saviour, arrived.
meandering through my derelict mind.
My soul existed in a rusted caravan
where purple purple violets
wilted in my beer glass.
The tv kissed me awake
too many times.
I grieved for what I never had
and lay injured by foetal nostalgia.
My legs went unshaved
as days stretched like pink bubble gum.
Strange how a knock on the door
made me sway side to side like Stevie Wonder.
You told me it was because I was blind.
Blind to breakdowns, divorce and good sex.
Yes, I dwelled there way too long.
Trapped by my own sense of pity,
I believed riding the midnight bus with you
would free me from wistful thoughts
of phantom happinesses.
The kind of dreams I force fed myself
till you my saviour, arrived.