by Bryan MejiaLove is absolutely the story of the Tin man from the wizard of Oz, it is the man with no heart, I have no heart in that sense. And we all come as we are. But I met this girl and a scarecrow and a lion. All hoping to get the things whey all wanted and all I could think of was a heart, You know…the bloodiest part of the human body, but I need to apologize if I cut you with my tongue. . I’m good at that. My mouth is Full of springs and they are tarnished in rust But this story leads us to that field of opiates hating the dream that comes with this wanting. You are Bored of the way I talk. this is a last headache. We started to play the blame game, so lets play the blame game... I love you. Or is that the field of opiates talking or did I realize something. Can this desire impersonate time? Because the problem with getting everything you want is getting everything you once wanted Because eventually that lion was caught and caged by a crooked circus and escaped but decided to have to the courage to end his story there That scarecrow knew to leave that field and now knows the horrors of this world. And that girl, she just went back to Kansas We have all given up this adventure for A gust of wind, for courage, a heart held together by staples or paper clips, a brain, books, a grave keeper, or a home, or some other supernatural thing I can only explain through sweet nothings. Maybe it’s been 20 years and the yellow brick road is gone We should have asked for more right? Was that okay? There is a “highway under construction” sign ahead of my heart, as to say we won’t ever be around for its time. Can this love impersonate time? And I'm here, just chopping wood, and as the rust begins to take this body I realize that this love I wanted, this love was anemic. And it’s ironic But I am the tin man. Hacking away with iron. The only things I can see are the people passing by. And the only things I can remember are the details in their eyes And their laughter And I’ve studied it for years. So Where were my friends? Why didn't I just stay here the first time. The only thing I got was that I have a heart now! I have a heart I know that. Because I can feel it breaking.
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