Paradise

Paradise

A Poem by Indra's Child

Sweet like vinegar, and hot like the air

I never knew what love was until I saw you there
These words roll off my tongue, dimes falling down

My thoughts are scattered, and I'm still scarred, for now
But it's all that I've got,
This bittersweet moment

Like the San Francisco fog,

Toxic California scent -X2

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

You walk like fire, and you burn like dry ice

There's nothing better, but sometimes I think I

I've got to notice, when the little things appear

I'm always somewhere else and I'm never really here

Now I'm all that I've got,
The leaves aren't even crushed yet

I'm standing by myself,
Besides the 7'th Day Adventist -X2
Yeah I'm standing by myself
Besides the 7'th Day Adventist

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I tried to call you, but the phone was out of luck

Was almost cosmic, I was down to my last buck

It's better to forget, why I even cared

It's been eight years, I don't know why my mind's still there
I don't care what I've got,
I have everyone beside me

Love is all that matters,

And this shallow world's too deep

My wheels hit precise,
I fly away on the cement
I'm free from Paradise,
And I'm so happy that I left,
Yeah I'm free from Paradise,
And I'm so happy that I left
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I've got all my possessions, my blue bag and my guitar
For all I care, I'd keep the music and go far

I miss you, but it's been too long since we were kids

I can't get along with someone brainwashed and blinded


© 2018 Indra's Child


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Added on July 11, 2018
Last Updated on July 12, 2018
Tags: angst, depression, love, song lyrics, video, writing, poetry, poet, poem, poems, music, hate rage, trans, Paradise

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Indra's Child
Indra's Child

Oakland, CA



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I just want to wake up from the dream. "Hi. It's me. I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I imagine you can also feel me. You won't have to search for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hid.. more..

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