Shamfrit-The-Scorched
Pokemon Psychologist
- 21
- Posts
- 16
- Years
- North Wales
- Seen Nov 11, 2007
(Looking Through) The Glass
I find myself returning, to the bottom of a glass,
I'm once again found yearning, for that once rose-tinted class,
I cannot see with hindsight, the fall that threatens me,
And now I'm caught returning, to that which sets death free.
I hate myself for stopping, yet love that I'm alive,
I cannot help the yearning, but without you I survive,
I've hurt my body plenty, with the lies that you create,
I'd give in and enjoy life, if it wasn't far too late.
I know that I'm discerning, excuses for this try,
I know that if I lose again, in drink I'll drown and cry,
I know that my heart's aching, for release found thick and fast,
I know the next time I drink, could truly be my last.
I wish that I could safely drink, to taste and to enjoy,
I wish that when I drink, such ties I could deploy,
I wish that I could end this, with no regret or sorrow,
I feel like quenching this thirst, for a brighter shade of 'morrow.
I need to feel abandoned, to stand alone on trial,
I feel like shouting aloud, to put my hurt on file,
I guess that I am destined, to such torment cruel and crass,
I guess that I'll always return, to looking through a glass.
Why Won't You Come Over Here
I seem to notice something,
In our relationship as thus,
We never seem to visit here,
It's always there, 'because'.
It's never here in my town,
It's always there in yours,
When questions asked become a task,
You quote a quip or clause.
I cannot simply let you,
Dictate the turn of time,
For this ignorance of my needs,
Is a social sort of crime.
I Found Love Again
Down in the dumps like a rat in the sewer,
I once again love but this time it's newer,
Fresher and freer than the turmoil since past,
I wonder if this time, this love will last.
It tingles and tangles my thoughts and my scars,
Plays loves true concerto with drums and guitars,
Shouts out to the heavens in purest bliss,
Oh how I have missed, a feeling like this.
However, there is a twist in the tail of this porky pie,
I say I am in love but that is such a lie,
What I meant by the word is that I love someone,
My target of love, knows me as no one.
I find myself returning, to the bottom of a glass,
I'm once again found yearning, for that once rose-tinted class,
I cannot see with hindsight, the fall that threatens me,
And now I'm caught returning, to that which sets death free.
I hate myself for stopping, yet love that I'm alive,
I cannot help the yearning, but without you I survive,
I've hurt my body plenty, with the lies that you create,
I'd give in and enjoy life, if it wasn't far too late.
I know that I'm discerning, excuses for this try,
I know that if I lose again, in drink I'll drown and cry,
I know that my heart's aching, for release found thick and fast,
I know the next time I drink, could truly be my last.
I wish that I could safely drink, to taste and to enjoy,
I wish that when I drink, such ties I could deploy,
I wish that I could end this, with no regret or sorrow,
I feel like quenching this thirst, for a brighter shade of 'morrow.
I need to feel abandoned, to stand alone on trial,
I feel like shouting aloud, to put my hurt on file,
I guess that I am destined, to such torment cruel and crass,
I guess that I'll always return, to looking through a glass.
Why Won't You Come Over Here
I seem to notice something,
In our relationship as thus,
We never seem to visit here,
It's always there, 'because'.
It's never here in my town,
It's always there in yours,
When questions asked become a task,
You quote a quip or clause.
I cannot simply let you,
Dictate the turn of time,
For this ignorance of my needs,
Is a social sort of crime.
I Found Love Again
Down in the dumps like a rat in the sewer,
I once again love but this time it's newer,
Fresher and freer than the turmoil since past,
I wonder if this time, this love will last.
It tingles and tangles my thoughts and my scars,
Plays loves true concerto with drums and guitars,
Shouts out to the heavens in purest bliss,
Oh how I have missed, a feeling like this.
However, there is a twist in the tail of this porky pie,
I say I am in love but that is such a lie,
What I meant by the word is that I love someone,
My target of love, knows me as no one.