ides of march
oh ides of march, why do you haunt me? why do you keep on chasing me down through windstorms and false trails i left you to follow. oh you keep coming keep on gaining on me turning channels inside of me until i see you over and over, the carrier of bloodied knife arms and traitors to smile lives. i've spent too many dreams running from you, too many lives just hustling off and hoping you'll grow tired and find some other way to be. but you don't. then it leads here: me on bent knees asking you to go asking you to let me forget and maybe then you'll be more about dry eyes and laughter maybe then, you'll be more for dancers and lovers than betrayals maybe then you'll be more for parties and glasses lifted than the tragedy cycle that eats at all of us. oh ides of march, you'll be the death of days and i'll try to laugh through it i'll try to jest it all away. ideas of march you broke my heart ides of march you turned me out just let me go, now. just let me be.
2008-03-15 | 12:05 p.m.
0 comments so far
|