Tuesday, August 24, 2010

GRAVITY...

“Gravity, stay the hell away from me…gravity wants to bring me down…”
Strings tugging at US
Pulling us further apart
Emotional tug of
War of the roses
Modern day clash of the titans
Synonymous is now anonymous
I don’t know him anymore
And the question remains
Did I ever really know?
Our song is no longer our song
Cant really say THIS is us Falling In Love
Gravity’s got us falling APART
Opposite ends of the spectrum
Fighting to hold on
Subliminal messages got me hating us
I’m breaking away from us
fighting the ledge
On the edge
Of diabolical warfare
Word games laced with devious mind games
Its not the same to me
This is not the way it used to be
But maybe this is the way its SUPPOSED to be
Emotional recession
Reminiscent of the great depression
Second guessing and stressing
Falling to our knees in confession
Tired of crying, slowly dying
I‘d be LYING if I said I didn’t love you
But I cant take this anymore
And the truth is, THIS is not WORTH fighting for…


nina

1 comment:

  1. Nine Mil

    Today I got the message, I'm done is what she said

    I kept playin this message over and over in my head

    Question after question, no response I received
    Every minute that passed by it became harder to believe

    How could this be
    when I'm supposed to keep my nine mil close to me
    Nine mil in my left hand and my shotty in my right
    Knowing my nine is gone it's gonna be hard to sleep at night
    13 years is a long time
    and It wont be easy to forget my nine
    I wished we spent more time together, 15 minutes did not suffice
    My nine was a feisty bitch, pull her trigger and she's nothing nice
    I wish I had time to love my nine
    I wonder if another man took my nine
    where did you go and why did you leave
    I needed more time to get things right for you and me
    Cold as steel, but get her started and she's super hot
    I never thought when you start shooting I'll be the one that had to get shot
    I know we haven't spent much time together, but I had to prim my situation
    Guess I wasn't moving fast enough, seems like this is our last conversation
    You hit me dead in the heart, you got your one shot kill
    No matter what happens, you...will always...be...my Nine Mil

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