,New, Sand, Oasis, Love Ballad
If sand is made from dried tears,
Then I've made a desert.
My brain is an oasis. A freedome of the
Harsh, grainy wind. Which is love.
An oasis gives me nourishment with honeysuckle blooms.
An oasis. From the outside looking in
You wouldn't guess I was there.
I let my hair down and leave. My feet
Take me to an Oasis. And while I'm there I
Hide my eyes behind smoke.
-The holes to my soul, they say.
With so much sand, I feel nearly buried.
Only when I grasp the first branch do I say,
"I'm here", "I've made it."
I take my cigarette, and comes the smoke.
We mingle our brains. We've shared everything.
All I've given as gifts, I've gotten in return.
I'm happy.
And blessed rain comes pouring down.
My bitter, salty conscience; like my skin, are
Clean and white again.
I love.
2007-12-11
03:03:42
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