i said things when i shouldn't have and didnt when i should've
there isnt a moment i don't think about it
it sticks to the behind of my mind like a kick me sign
put on my back and piles up like stacks that hack into my subconscious
molding me into that guy you only talk to in some of your blocks now
so when i do talk to you,
i try to put worth to my words like william wordsworth (english lit. poet)
and i tell jokes not because i'm funny,
but because ii'm solar powered and your laughter is the sun
and oh, what a fool this mortal be
cuz when i looked into your eyes i realized the stars were crossed
and this whole time there was only madness to my method (those are shakespear references)
and its ironic how the only thing i learnt while we studied evolution for biology together is that there must be a god, cuz who else could create you
but i wish the text book had just said
"dont fall, it'll hurt"
cuz you'll get knocked back so hard you'll go back an hour
that shits like daylight savings time, you'll lose sleep over it (oh snap)
you can only get beat down then stitched up so many times before your knees fall off and the night cough in your room resonates as you lie awake for hours as thoughts tower over your sour endings
"why didnt you say this, why didn't you say that?"
but fact of the matter is your heart was jumping around like a stray cat or an acrobat and your words danced to the syncopated beat of your cardio vascular system. but chances dont come back when you miss them. (rhymes with system)
so when you fall down a staircase of words missing half the important ones well..... you better hope those stairs were carpetted.
you're left with questions taht you yearn to ask but all you earn are concerns that burn leaving this charred heart in an urn
sitting, waiting, whishing
that when your minds bent on the time spent over the mess you made. chess wasn't the best bet to be shipped (but i say bishoped)
to happiness cuz it was pawned during the (k)night your plans took flight to be kings and queens with someone else
some would say.... i rooked it (bishop,pawn,knight,rook,king,queen all chess pieces)
so i sit in my room, hunched over a drafting desk chucking crumpled papers over my shoulder. trying to invent a contraption that will make pigs fly and i realized... can't be done
so i begin inventing a sub-zero ray gun with which i can freeze hell over... again... can't be done (when pigs fly, when hell freezes over=expressions for never)
never... is a long time to wait when your made out of sticks and stones
and i can feel every bone that i own groan, crack, and crumble under the weight of my thoughts of you
but the real you is like an injection of calcium that rallies'em (rhyme with calcium) bones right up
and the fright that i get at the pain in my chest turns out to be my heart trying to burst out to see what i'm seeing (oh shiet)
cuz she sends shivers showering down my spine (tongue twister)
and saddly, i'm happy
cuz too much of a good thing... isn't
and i just hope. that i meant something to you
and not becuz i'm not tall and light haired coloured like the rest of the guys you spend time with on a regular basis
or text on your phone
but because i've shown you who i really am and damn....i wonder if you ever actually thought me through
i was always told "never underestimate the weather, always bring an umbrella"
so it should come as no surprise to me that every time i see those red rubber rainboots............ it's going to pour....
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