Tell me what you saw in me
And I'll try to replicate it with a scene.
If it troubles you to breathe,
Wait a moment; I could change the scenery.
Don't carry on carrying efforts, oh no.
Somewhere there's a room for each of us to grow.
And if it pleases you to leave me, just go.
Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost.
It's only that I meant to bring
Love and liveliness to your breast on the scene.
Did you cut your hands on me?
Are my edges sharp? Am I a pest to feed?
Don't carry on carrying regrets, oh no.
Somewhere there's a room for us to speak alone.
And if it grieves you to stay here, just go.
For I have no spell on you, it's all a ghost.
I still have the things you gave;
Four anointing oils, the paperweight you made.
For sure I haven't carried them,
Or buried them in the name of your ghost my friend.
Don't carry on carrying efforts, don't go!
Stay with me until I sleep within your host.
Or if it pleases you to leave me, just go.
Stopping you would stifle your enchanting ghost.
2 comments:
... SPARKLY!!!... ALRIGHT, nineteenth one down, those awesome dream machine lamps, where do you buy them?!?! Tenth one down is amazing as well... I think I have some bizarre nesting instinct that drives me towards that faded out golden colour... oh and birds. And the fifteenth one had me, I'm a sucker for fog. I used to cut across the oval near my house on foggy mornings because open spaces and fog are brilliant... if you don't mind the fact that it's usually freezing cold and wet...
The pictures are awesome as always, but the best part about the whole post is just how evocative it is, it's not like you put forward any controlling central point. It's just photos, lyrics and your own unguided interpretation.
i just wanted to say, i love this.
thankyou for sharing it.
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