This is my first post here for a while... Hope you like it. "Love Our Lie: Part One Of The Revival" That's not a beauty spot placed firmly on your cheek, It's your one spot of imperfection that makes my legs go weak, For me to know that you, like I, have imperfections in ourselves, It makes me feel better about the books stacking my shelves, This isn't level-headed; it's just thinking too much, It's not telling you certain things 'cause I don't have the guts, It's sitting in the park at night just watching the sky, It's not being able to love and laugh slash live our lie. We are the everything and anything you're not, We are the stains on your clothes that just won't wash off, We are the dust in the air which makes you splutter and cough, We are the love you had then lost, we are enough, we are the lot. What's that right there; the thing right next to your ear? Stop trying to hide it, I've seen it; I know it's there, Look at the emotional wreck I've become from interrogating myself, Why was I so sure that I was really somebody else? I can't believe I've been lying to you for so long, And I've been trying to convince myself that lying isn't wrong, And sitting in the park at night just watching the sky, Is part of a master plan which will pan out when we all die. We are the everything and anything you're not, We are the stains on your clothes that just won't wash off, We are the dust in the air which makes you splutter and cough, We are the love you had then lost, we are enough, we are the lot. Why did the air I forced so heavily out off my lungs, Condense against the window pane, Only to dissipate so quickly due to the heat from the sun, As if to say it's lied about all of it's past claims? Why did the air I breathe so heavily fill up my lungs, So much that my heart needs to be sped up? The blood that taunts the oxygen cautiously to my muscles, Right now cannot taunt anywhere near what I would call hard enough. We are the everything and anything you're not, We are the stains on your clothes that just won't wash off, We are the dust in the air which makes you splutter and cough, We are the love you had then lost, we are enough, we are the lot, We are the love you had then lost, we are enough, we are the lot.
ok, good, not bad, pretty cool....these words arent enough...u gotta bring out the adjectives for this poem...wow..amazing...un-fuckin-believable...absolutely awesome...dude keep it up..