You Can See Me Through The Night
you say that you're a dreamer,
yet you're always using mine
I hope one day you wake up to the sky
instead of the mirror you've positioned real time
it's sad to think a glimpse of you once stood well and tall
now you're only history
one that's written small
to fall into your trap of hell
so cunning and so bright
is like wishing for a warm fire when your drenched in gasoline
the black hole your soul's become
reminds me of a song
a song you've written for yourself
you sing it all day long
please forgive me when i say
i laughed myself to sleep
thinking you could once be a man
yet that's just "too deep"
the days are growing stronger
something you know nothing of
you've surrounded yourself with distraction
to keep from thinking too long
if it helps to put things in perspective
why not use a dictionary
we know it helps you sleep at night
once you've "defined" my destiny
i can't explain how free i am
to know that you're so gone
my wings have grown
i've been soaring since the dawn
farewell my soulless habit
your time is over done
please bless the people you inflict
lets hope their heart beats strong.
* I wrote this poem about a bad "habit" you know what I'm talking about.
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Polaroid picture was taken camping several weeks ago.
I felt it spoke words to this poem.