Don't ever underestimate the power of words.
With out a moments notice, some one can cause your heart to fall to your toes.
And your toes are certainly not where your heart should be.
My advice?
Don't let anyone hold your heart. Because their words will put it in your toes. Every time.
-B
It goes something like this..
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Toes
Your heart doesn't belong in your toes.
So I'm standing here wondering what i can do, to give it someplace to go.
And my thoughts don't belong on the floor,
But they lie here in front of me where I can see them, but I would rather they walk out the door.
A voice belongs in the air,
where it can float and drift and be heard,
Yet how can I talk when the words say wouldn't be heard with care?
And these hand just don't know where to go,
so they pull at my hair and hit my pillows, because my fingers plus yours are all I know.
-B
The moon
I thought the night was warm
And the air too
Because the sun was hot
And the moon too
I think the moon is hot.
Just because it glows.
And I could look it up.
But what's the trouble in ruining an imagination?
Exactly. So don't correct me if I'm wrong.
Because my moon is a burning one.
That's why it glows.
And really I just keep writing this nonsense to hold back an extreme string of profanities wanting to fight back against the never fair never ending process we are going through.
Life.
I like to see life in everything.
That's the way I see God.
God is everything around me. In every pebble, grain, mountain, sea.
My God is at least.
And I'm not asking you to believe, or even consider my idea of God.
Because its my mind.
And it would be completely absurd to force it on you.
Force.
I feel like forcing anything or anyone in any way is a crime.
You can only set a strong example and wish the best for them.
Because no matter how successful your force seems to have turned out..
It is always a different story on the inside.
In your mind. And your heart.
And the forcer has accomplished nothing truly.
Except the destruction of your relationship.
And who's loss is it now.
But I really do think the moon is burning.
And I wouldn't quite mind If it burned out.
And took me with it.
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