Saturday, March 21, 2009

Smoke House

I think we live in a smoke house, you and i
our faces are veiled, we don't see each other.
We breathe in and breath out,
it's all just smoke, why do we bother?
I got wasted by strangers and woke up alive
Put on your shirt, make memories revive
yet i'm still kissing waters,
making love to air, why do we bother?

I get to say goodbye and hi again
I never really meant them
I get to say goodbye and hi again
I never really meant them

I think we live in a smoke house, you and i
our eyes are holllow, our a mouths a gaping hole.
it's all just smoke, why do we bother?
I reached my hands out to touch you
But i made a hole in you, turned to ashes
now i'm still kissing waters
making love to air, why do we bother?

I get to say goodbye over and over again
i never really mean them
I get to say hello over and over again
I never really mean them

* Note: The poem does not fully represent the writer's state of mind.
Readers are advised not to make misinformed judgement.

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