M's Poetry
Conflicted
There are parts of me he'll never know
sow these wild oats into the corn rows
voices in my head he will never hear
and I can still move, but my lips don't work
pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead
he want bring the real truth, he'll bring flowers instead
and the palm tress shine in the October sun
I dream of this island, this island made for one
I don't know why he makes me feel so alone
he slapped me in my face again, and I don't want to die here
you know that dream when your feet won't move
you want to come but your body won't let you
oh how I have counted the stones and the jewels
something that should have flourished has died to soon
does he know the beauty he is destroying?
catch the pain of a million more
I want to release but he is intertwined in all I have known
and the palm tress shine in the October sun
I dream of this island, this island made for one
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
sow these wild oats into the corn rows
voices in my head he will never hear
and I can still move, but my lips don't work
pretend I'm crazy, pretend I'm dead
he want bring the real truth, he'll bring flowers instead
and the palm tress shine in the October sun
I dream of this island, this island made for one
I don't know why he makes me feel so alone
he slapped me in my face again, and I don't want to die here
you know that dream when your feet won't move
you want to come but your body won't let you
oh how I have counted the stones and the jewels
something that should have flourished has died to soon
does he know the beauty he is destroying?
catch the pain of a million more
I want to release but he is intertwined in all I have known
and the palm tress shine in the October sun
I dream of this island, this island made for one
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop