understanding? not a chance.

because it can either get caught,
or i'll just let it slide.
i could write it all down
or i could watch it fly up.



that "up" is no preposition. please, dont be mistaken. its a description of how it could fly.




its not an object that i speak of above.
its mearly a sentence, denying a love.
it was thrown between a desperate attempt
to save your skin, and maybe to tempt.
perhaps it was a mistake, your chasm-forming leak
the four small words, you dared to speak.
the rest of that night is labeled a blur,
and im sorry good sir, but its what i prefer
and you took it as nothing
but to me, it was something
i guess you'll never know,
and to you i'll never show,
what an impact you made.
if only it was me you'd serenade.
i hear you play a chord or two,
but the words you sing, all turn out a slew.
and it wasnt to me and i'd known it all along,
still, the pain, the noise, the end, i was trying to prolong.