Origami
December 27th, 2009, 06:12 PM
Progressive thought all but disappears
As blue skies slowly spoil to red,
And contaminated memories plague me
With all the words I could have said.
A burden placed on my shoulders,
A noose fit tightly to my heart,
Memories of you are looming over me
And each "I love you" is tearing me apart.
Sane words blur to indesicevness
And colors fade to monochrome realities.
But I digress from my point in whole
Of what I'm trying to say and make you see.
What I really mean to say is-
I watched neon crimson skies
Pollute your peaceful eyes,
And corrupt your once tender heart.
So this is how I'll start.
If you haven't caught clue yet:
I'm reciting my age old story,
One I've told you o'er again
But I recite for what it means to me.
I paint tales of lovers lost in bliss,
I paint stories of that and of this,
But more than not I write about despair,
And letting go of that which was never there.
You see, I have to say that love is myth
And if you believe you may be a fool,
For I've learned it's just manipulation,
A way to be used as a tool.
Lover's pleas are crutches, no more.
I love you's, like controlling spells.
Truth always holds more fiction than not
And lies always have a truth to tell.
But then again, I find myself a slave
To lies? Or feigned loving hands?
I'm not truly sure these days,
Nor am I sure upon which side I stand.
Am I digressing from the point?
I think I'm stating what I really meant.
Stating what love has done, fake or not,
And the message it's sent.
I'm a hypocrite to say the least,
I despise love, this I say,
But still I find myself in love again
And I feel there's no other way.
A puppet on strings I suppose,
Decrepit and broken wings lead me
So it's no surprise I'm here.
But perhaps this is meant to be?
Oh, now I digress from the point.
A chain of thought is hard to retain
Especially when you're in love
And fighting through age old pain.
But perhaps I'll pick up on another page
When my thoughts are more clear
And my heart has had time to rest.
Until then I'll keep this note forever near:
"No matter what... you have my heart.
It's been that way forever."
And I'll keep the question fresh:
Is forever any longer than never?
As blue skies slowly spoil to red,
And contaminated memories plague me
With all the words I could have said.
A burden placed on my shoulders,
A noose fit tightly to my heart,
Memories of you are looming over me
And each "I love you" is tearing me apart.
Sane words blur to indesicevness
And colors fade to monochrome realities.
But I digress from my point in whole
Of what I'm trying to say and make you see.
What I really mean to say is-
I watched neon crimson skies
Pollute your peaceful eyes,
And corrupt your once tender heart.
So this is how I'll start.
If you haven't caught clue yet:
I'm reciting my age old story,
One I've told you o'er again
But I recite for what it means to me.
I paint tales of lovers lost in bliss,
I paint stories of that and of this,
But more than not I write about despair,
And letting go of that which was never there.
You see, I have to say that love is myth
And if you believe you may be a fool,
For I've learned it's just manipulation,
A way to be used as a tool.
Lover's pleas are crutches, no more.
I love you's, like controlling spells.
Truth always holds more fiction than not
And lies always have a truth to tell.
But then again, I find myself a slave
To lies? Or feigned loving hands?
I'm not truly sure these days,
Nor am I sure upon which side I stand.
Am I digressing from the point?
I think I'm stating what I really meant.
Stating what love has done, fake or not,
And the message it's sent.
I'm a hypocrite to say the least,
I despise love, this I say,
But still I find myself in love again
And I feel there's no other way.
A puppet on strings I suppose,
Decrepit and broken wings lead me
So it's no surprise I'm here.
But perhaps this is meant to be?
Oh, now I digress from the point.
A chain of thought is hard to retain
Especially when you're in love
And fighting through age old pain.
But perhaps I'll pick up on another page
When my thoughts are more clear
And my heart has had time to rest.
Until then I'll keep this note forever near:
"No matter what... you have my heart.
It's been that way forever."
And I'll keep the question fresh:
Is forever any longer than never?