Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Thoughts that preferred the page rather than my unsound mind
There was a woman being kissed
By a man on rollerskates.
And all I could think of,
Was how much I hoped
He'd break her heart.
I hope she really hurts.
~
I see this star tonight,
In the darkening sky,
Trying to imitate
The nonexistant moon.
Who do I feel more sorry for?
This pathetic ball of gas?
Or the invisible moon?
~
I encountered a kid on his long board.
I knew from the beginning that
When he fell,
I would just walk on by,
And snatch his sanity.
June 30, 2007
Suge
By a man on rollerskates.
And all I could think of,
Was how much I hoped
He'd break her heart.
I hope she really hurts.
~
I see this star tonight,
In the darkening sky,
Trying to imitate
The nonexistant moon.
Who do I feel more sorry for?
This pathetic ball of gas?
Or the invisible moon?
~
I encountered a kid on his long board.
I knew from the beginning that
When he fell,
I would just walk on by,
And snatch his sanity.
June 30, 2007
Suge
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Thoughts that preferred the page rather than my unsound mind
Thoughts that preferred the page rather than my unsound mind