nothing but

01/29/2009

it's nothing but the softest voice
trailing into your mind
like the sweetest aroma
floating on a breeze
i'm sure it tastes lovely
but i can't very well reach it.
it's a wisp of something
could've been something big
i'm sure that we could've.
it's nothing but a paint brush
broken mid stroke
by something that startled
the focused artist.
it could've been a masterpiece
but anything could've been
and that, my dear,
is nothing to think much of.
nothing but sand sliding through palms
sand that could've created
the most intricate castle seen
sand that could've cushioned
two lovers one late summer night.
could've, would've, should've.
it still will, don't you see.
it still can.
you needn't complicate everything
calculating averages
weighing out failures
a beautiful accomplishment
it will never satisfy you.
and that is what i find most sad
you're the most sad of all.
if i'm never living as rich
if i'm never living as well
at least i'm living.
what a sickening sight
to see someone corrupted
before they're even legal.
you are too stubborn to be saved
it is a relief to be freed
from shackles that got you nowhere
and kept me from going anywhere.
i would pray for you
if either of us believed in something greater
i, in something greater than we know,
you, in something greater than yourself.
this desire to be so mature stunts you
you're a baby
playing dress up
and those clothes will never fit you.
it makes me weep
to think that i tried so hard
on something so immoveable
it makes me weep
to think there is something so immoveable.
so you think in should've
and i will think in will.
you think in could've
and i think in can.
the scariest thing of all
is i'm sure you would've broken me
in no time.