Cars by ColorA Poem by butt muncher
Our feet are bound
But at least our toes are painted fresh Will you stick around When I start to claw into your chest? What a sharp tongue Now locked up and sewn between your teeth A coal miner's lung That breathes like hell when you're asleep Now you're mom's a mess Trying not to loosen her grip Scissors to your dress Praying for your sinking ship You see cars by color The engine's just there by some mistake Tires aren't made of rubber No point in ever using the brake Your fingers curve Into your palms when I speak Did I hit a nerve When all my thoughts began to leak? Your cutting charm Isn't enough to hold our weight A violent storm Just weak enough to keep us straight Now your hair is drenched Drying itself on the concrete Fists are unclenched Darkening from the swelling heat You see cars by color The engine's just there by some mistake Tires aren'r made of rubber No point in ever using the break You can watch them drive by You can watch them drive by You can watch them drive by Watch them, watch them drive by
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5 Reviews Added on August 3, 2015 Last Updated on August 9, 2015 Tags: deep, lyrics, song, psychology, humans, sad, interesting, short Authorbutt muncherNCAboutMy stories suck but I share them anyway in case someone thinks otherwise. I mostly write plays because even though I find that my stronger area of writing comes with my narration opposed to the dialog.. more..Writing
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