selina
03-18-2003, 10:33 PM
we are dancers on the rope
on our lips are silences
we’ve never spoke
what we own is
fragile feet in scary heights
and hands that grab air
and clutch a dream which is a lie
turned into a pain
the paths we walk have lost their way
and we can’t see past them anymore
and we can’t change direction anymore
our heads explode and
our skin glows with rage
as we try to shed it
then someone shouts, let go!
time to give it all away!
a pause and we tumble
and watch silently as
it breaks into pieces
and a joyous tear escapes the eye
:love
corina.
on our lips are silences
we’ve never spoke
what we own is
fragile feet in scary heights
and hands that grab air
and clutch a dream which is a lie
turned into a pain
the paths we walk have lost their way
and we can’t see past them anymore
and we can’t change direction anymore
our heads explode and
our skin glows with rage
as we try to shed it
then someone shouts, let go!
time to give it all away!
a pause and we tumble
and watch silently as
it breaks into pieces
and a joyous tear escapes the eye
:love
corina.