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Thursday, February 14, 2013

Atlantis

Searching for Atlantis

Searching for one
Finding the smell of Angels repulsive
Burning my skin
The fire burning in her eyes
As the sun sets on all the tall buildings
Shining in a yellow after glow
Her voice so imperceptibly low
It is your fault I hurt inside
It is your fault I feel this way

Finding Atlantis
On the flip side past paradise
The fire burning in her eyes
the sun setting on the building
turning from yellow to a fire red
setting on this city
as life is to the dead
Her voice barely audible
It is your fault I hurt inside
It is your fault I feel this way

The words to a song
Faintly heard in a mall
Singing along because we could
The images of me were gone
before we parted company
Sticks and stones
But some words stick
Her voice very clear
It is your fault I hurt inside
It is your fault I feel this way

Finding Atlantis
On the flip side of paradise
The fire burning in her eyes
the sun setting on the tall building
turning from yellow to a fire red
setting on this city
as life is to the dead
Her voice so low
It is your fault I hurt inside
It is your fault I feel this way
I let you guide me in this free fall
You were never dependable
when you should have been
you were never here
when you could have been
It is your fault I hurt inside
It is your fault I feel this way
I let you guide me in this free fall

Sticks and stones
Will break my skin
But her words touched me
In that voice barely audible
Her eyes burning
That voice so very clear
A Look you could swim in
Her voice so imperceptibly low
You could breathe it in
It is your fault I hurt inside
It is your fault I feel this way
I let you guide me in this free fall
You were never dependable
when you should have been
you were never here
when you could have been

2 comments:

Lawyer said...

This is like a song, with the choruses flowing as they do. Your description of the sun's movements is so realistic and inspiring!

williampwright said...

Thank you Lawyer for your kind words...