The Bridge

I guess I hear your laughter in the air

For it reminds me of the house across the street

So fragile, so rare, and so out of reach;

And flowers cover the rarest parts

Of a lady's organs,

Is it a dead body

Or is it me?

For the rarest heart beats still

Is it haunting that I don't remember?

Such letters bury the pride,

What secrets do you want me to tell?

For there are so many words I can't explain

In letters I can't contain...

For what's in a letter that's so

important?

Behold the stitches on a doll...

Behold the lover that falls asleep!

For under the bridge I surrender,

I surrender to the depths of despair!

All hail to rotten fruit...

I can taste the bitter smells of treason,

Am I dead or am I hopelessly alive?

For I shall thrive!

I look like a crazy person lying here

Hoping for the rain to come,

Just trust me on this, dear

Behold the skies a-brewing

And all of my secret confessions die!

Oh earth to love that is never there...

Oh to be hopelessly alive!

I feel so much unwanted emotion,

The thought of dying makes me weak

I shall continue to serve my purpose

Roses, roses!

Do they define life?

I bury myself in sin,

Behold the heart that has no soul

Unfortunately I have none,

For none means nothing in life

And I am buried in strife...

All hail to Shakespeare's weeping willow

What is love if it's fallen from earth?

I reside in the deepest of rotten fruit,

Under the bridge I still surrender!