Paper and Thoughts
Off all the notes, As my fingers bleed..
I lay down on my bed and wonder
Was it all worth a try? Was it all worth a cry?
Thou it is whats ment to be, it’s just an old lie.
Peace I feel but calm I am, no more
Heart still beats so I know its’ there, no more.
Not the same, holding thoughts as i feel
Not the same when bleeding fingers heel?
Empty lines of broken words
A failed effort of expression, no more.
fresh they were like thoughts I had, no more.
I close my eyes and hear it still
the strums and riffs of uncharted chords.
Ordinary Yet insane,
Part me and Part just pain but no more.
Blurred Vision and fading thoughts no more
As I fade I hold those notes.
As I fade I count those votes.
As I fade I wondered no more.
It’s just a paper and some thoughts, no more.
by iffi (Jan 3, 2005)