- Last Record: 2011-02-11 17:58:19 +0000
- Joined: Feb 10, 2011
Lost and then found again.
Someone always finds me, sooner or later.
I am an old pair of worn out shoes.
I conform to fit.
I am what you want, what you need until you break me in, strech me out, and I no longer fit. No longer do I satisfy you taste.
Back into the closet I go. In the dark, alone.
A lonesome bliss finds me. I find myself. I am at peace. I breathe.
Until, someone notices me here. I catch your eye.
You force your way. I let you in.
I am contoerted, changed, stripped of myself once more.
I wrap around you.
I need you to live.
Out of the dark.
I can see. I am part of the world again. Not as me. Only as your possession.
Being part of you means not knowing myself.
I have become old and worn. Back in the closet. Back into the dark.
No One will want this old pair of shoes.
A lonesome bliss.
I wrote this song this morning. I don't write many songs. I like to stick to more simple things. I don't know where this came from but it poured out of me. I ...