Soul - The Swimming Lesson.
Please pardon my hiatus. Things have been... hectic.
took an oath to wear this mask til my face fit the mold within it
rollin as if my soul's unblemished...
afraid if I'd let it go it would show in an instant
fearing the moment they're exposed through the holes in my denims
so I tried to be open and share my emotions with women
but found closeness to be a decietful ocean to swim in
i dipped my toe cautiously, checking the temperature
it was pleasant and condemming any questions i went to her
feeling quietly thankful that she brought me here
out of breath and out of depth mistaking her lifering for a halo
facing facts wasn't nearly as painful as knowing
I was to drown in sorrow aided by the tears of an angel
much as I dreaded clouds covered the heavens,
in a couple of seconds I felt a light rain touching my head
and droplets turned to thundering whirlwinds
urging me to succumb as I went under the surface
held my breath, thought you held my hand
instead I found myself abandoned helpless, damned
left in the waves to drown... I let go of secrets
I foolishly held on to though they weighed me down
the birthday girl saved the clown, wiped the make up
off his face and smiled, her favourite gown
stained by something she'd bashfully tried to clean with a paper towel
despite the stains i found or maybe because of them
she's the only one among the distasteful crowd of look alikes
attending this poisoned party he wants to play with now
let's escape this town let me show you the walls that
keep me here and you can help me break them down
she gazed around, placed her pouting lips on my chin
as she clipped her own wings without a trace of doubt
for me she walks the pavement now, and I hate myself for
even considering letting her feet graze the ground...
by grace of god she wiped the painted tears off the face of a clown
and drew a door on the walls he had created from doubt
painted a small light at the end, made it a safe place to go down
took his hand, and smiled and since that days he's been out...
don'tbe a stranger.
one.
life is still a bitch....
but sometimes to unwind she lets me feel her tits.
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