Friday, August 28

Sometimes, the fastest way to get there is to go slow. And sometimes, if you wanna hold on, you got to let go.

If you see that girl in passing, tell her I said "hey".
But only if you catch sight of her, no need to go out of your way.
She'll most likely shrink up her nose, trying to recall.
Cast her eyes up to the heavens, watching angels fall.
And frown and stumble her thoughts, come what fucking may.

Tell her not to worry, if she hears there's a body in the lake.
But only if you catch sight of her, no need to go out of your way.
Those fallen angels crying, dry tears of an unreturnable love.
When the truth came out, as push came to shove.
Her defenses rose up an army, turning everything colourful to grey.

She should know one thing, that she's not been thought of in days.
But only if you catch sight of her, no need to go out of your way.
Her stubbornness and silence, a sight for sore eyes.
If only she knew the truth, and saw through everybody else's lies.
Maybe in time she will, maybe she will become herself again one day.

2 parlez:

paris_elaine said...

Delighted to see you back. Wouldn't have known if you hadn't commented on Cat's blog. Your blog is my favourite. Wishing you happier times ahead!
Just need to catch up with what's been going on now properly!

bedshaped said...

Thank you paris_elaine.
Feel free to read back through what's been happening, but I don't think you'll find anything very interesting back there.
Thanks again though.