Wednesday, February 3, 2010

If 6 was 9


“Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me, Board on business man, you cant dress like me.I got my own life to live
Im the one thats gunna die, when it time for me to die.
So let me live my life, The way I want to”
Let me smoke my herb in peace
this is in fact is my reality, you cant escape it, don’t misread the cause for my crave
I’m no mind slave
I have an extra gene latched in my DNA,
a bite of curiosity,just a taste
exploring new time zones and the velocity of climates unknown
a dweller in the devils path
extreme beings attract the clicks conflicted in my optical path
I’m in love with a man from the past
and by the past i mean a different time
ages older, soul deceased, man of mine
but his gift cuts deeper then a vampires teeth
in fact he used his teeth a lot
Transferring quiver shocks through the hormones inside me
wishing I was his guitar
Indescribable
He had these hands,composed of magic, made to make love to his guitar, sending me to electric lady land. And we made castles in the sand, concluding that they eventually fall into the sea
slipping away from their creators reach, keeping him in my security breech
I think its possible for two souls created in different times to complete each other,
It makes me want to cry, because it hurts so bad
why did this divine creator make it so we couldn't cross paths
In your world i belong, and one day, I’ll come along
Call me crazy I don’t care
Tease me laugh, and stare
If 6 was 9 he would be mine
“Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Board on business man, you cant dress like me
I got my own life to live
Im the one thats gunna die, when it time for me to die
So let me live my life, The way I want to”

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