Leather Books

Another one of my songs that started as a poem.

How could I be lost every time?

For resolution is my mind.

Walking the pages, drawing lines,

I am an angel in decline.

 

Confuse the time with what’s gone.

Selling the keys to my song.

I have tried to forget for too long

Just what it is like where I’m from.

 

Form what you can from the dust of yesterday.

I’ll never hear the malice in your poetry.

Your leather bound books are filled with absolution,

Accidental messages and collateral infusion.

 

And you left a word to me

That has been playing on repeat

Unspoken decency

Unintended regency

Electric harmonies

Are your only ways to be

Taken by the ecstasy

Brought back by calamity

 

  

 

Do you remember what it is like

To fall away from your life?

I will try and replicate my

Birth in the midst of the sky.

 

Where were the trees when you cried?

Wiping the tears from your eyes.

They will never forget the good times

And they will cradle you tonight.

 

You just cannot forget what it is like to be an image.

I will not allow you to fall back into the gears.

You leather bound books are filled with absolution,

Accidental messages and collateral infusion.

 

 

Lie down and breathe.

 

Lie down and breathe.

 

I’ll pick you up and let you be.

 

I’ll pick you up and let you be.

Reviews

[Ana B.]

Oh my, i fell inlove with your style dear author :) Another fine piece i've read today and made me wistful...eh...

[Al]

"one of your songs that started as a poem" such a babe! Nice written

[Sami Khalil]

A very enjoyable read and write...Bravo........