A Story Weird

A Story Weird

I wanna cry, 

I'm so fucking lonely. 

Look at the sky, 

it's holding me closely. 

Oh how the light, 

regrets what it saw. 

And so in spite, 

fed lies that it's holy.    

And when a new you sees me

in a haze and brightness 

falls in lighter gaze 

and Hazel eyes blend whiter

with a life of whys 

and wise and whens 

and when I hide 

I cry for beauty, 

for its gone from who's me. 

Approve me, 

is what I would want, 

until I found what I need.

Remove me, 

is what I had wanted,

until I found taht I would bleed. 

Abuse me with love, 

accuse me of loving. 

Abuse me with life, 

accuse me of living. 

Lose me in hell, 

loose yet again. 

News to me, well, 

noose where I'd dwell.    

But fuck that, 

life's a gorgeous one. 

Ducks and geese and swan.

Yes shit hits the fan once in a while, 

tomorrow may yet still remind you to smile. 

And grass by the lake 

by the tree 

by the air will 

swear to your ears 

that hear that we're all here. 

And we're all there, 

in the bare, 

of nature, 

look and stare, 

at the features,

of a life, 

thats living to survive. 

And when you count to five,

breathe in, and let them cry.

Believe in all taht cries. 

And you shall fear only what's wise to fear. 

Nearing an eternity 

of nothing less than glory.

In a story weird.