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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Anchors Away

Anchors Away


My love is like an anchor on the ocean floor,

Seems the ship has left me, never to adore

deep and dark within the depth, rusted to the core.

1 comment:

  1. So this is how it started
    Or maybe this is how it ends
    I don’t know where I am
    Or when
    What year is this
    What year is this
    I’ve been laughing so hard I’m crying
    I’m crying
    Though maybe that’s the other way around
    My memory has faded as I’ve grown
    Leaving me spinning and singing
    Geppetto Geppetto Geppetto
    Why have you forsaken me
    With stories and wishes for being real
    I’m not real
    I’ve spent half my life pretending
    And I’m left here without
    I’ve spent all my life asleep
    I’m sleeping
    But I’m still without a dream
    My cloudy skies have never been clear
    My lullabies are sombre and silent
    There is no help left for me
    There is no help for me
    There is no help for me and that’s okay.

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