Monday, April 9, 2012

young rebels.

we ran from the wind,afraid to let it touch us.
our souls leaked through our seems,and bursted through the sewing.
but now i'm drifting.
yes,i'm tumbling down the avenue looking for the one person i thought was you
and its not you.
i play the images in my mind,with the filter shuffled
the noises of waves crashes against your lungs,just swim through my veins.
and i'll drown the emotions of emptiness
lets blame it on our signs, when mercury meets the sun and the tides become strong we'll dive into this blindly like the rebels we once were.
but do the planets orbit the ball of fire in your eyes?
or do they simply struggle from the pull of the power surrounding the beams?
you say it was like fire torching us then, and i know we eventually burn.
ashes to ashes,and now i sniff the dust.
left in a corner with a fist full of lust
us young rebels were the gravitational pull on this movement of love
but now the love seeps through the pools of beliefs.