Marx
Oct 24, 2003, 21:22
Solo piano pours softly into cold ears cold ears,
Dripping softly from light blue eyes, heavy yearning tears,
Thin soled sneakers clip against the pavement,
Churning autumn browned leaves,
Everything a patchwork of ochre and greys, a halogen paradise,
drops of helplessness smack the collar of a black leather jacket,
thud the padded plam of an upturned glove.
A mouse stirs the leaves by heavy feet, field or door,
who cares?
Heavy listless eyes search for someone to share,
it's all such a horrible cliché.
Pause, track change, the mood is gone,
Pause, rewind, there's no way to bring it back,
Lost to me, my melancholic strole,
And so were all of you.
I didn't bother rhyming, I'm not sure if that subtracts too much... it seemed cheap when it did rhyme.
Sorry, not too well written... it was better while I was on my own, but sometimes you have to get things off your mind.
Dripping softly from light blue eyes, heavy yearning tears,
Thin soled sneakers clip against the pavement,
Churning autumn browned leaves,
Everything a patchwork of ochre and greys, a halogen paradise,
drops of helplessness smack the collar of a black leather jacket,
thud the padded plam of an upturned glove.
A mouse stirs the leaves by heavy feet, field or door,
who cares?
Heavy listless eyes search for someone to share,
it's all such a horrible cliché.
Pause, track change, the mood is gone,
Pause, rewind, there's no way to bring it back,
Lost to me, my melancholic strole,
And so were all of you.
I didn't bother rhyming, I'm not sure if that subtracts too much... it seemed cheap when it did rhyme.
Sorry, not too well written... it was better while I was on my own, but sometimes you have to get things off your mind.