-s's.
-s's.
this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
Abandoned with what you are, that is the test
And In the twist of it all there is
A cave for all your thoughts, bright or dark
Engulfed in your breath
Thinking things you will regret
I wrote it down,
But I won’t pass
I have my way
anytime now
-s’s.
just take me, then
take me, then
Don’t ask me when
And all I wanted,
Was the dime of a dozen
Fully brazen, fire in the making
Truly, all I wanted was
Something awaiting
me
drink, “hello,” and on I wink to the mirror; golden bench, wasted glamor of a reflection, fuzzy distortion, sweet misfortune, lazy little vanity time to yourself.
-s's.
everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.
you're the deep blue diamond sky above my head
when the world keeps spinning and I keep wishing I was dead.
-s's.
I am myself as one says I am,
Suggesting my home of a soul stay the way
I have been all morning sitting sitting sitting boring
-s’s.
Leonard Cohen