Sitting in the swings,
you can watch the taste of
-cherry drizzle,
From chains around the clouds,
You watch them fall,
-and scream out loud.

Mechanical veins, cause no pain,
restless instrumental violin players
-contain themselves,
In rainbows deep,
behind the tears,
- where no one looks.

Blow them a kiss, you try to find,
a meaningless excuse,
- your missing,
deep inside and sweetheart just,
ask about your fields,
-of peoples thoughts.

So i held up my torch in some sort of hectic dream,
as you sewed back on,
- the sky.
She scribbled in the hills of mind control,
which only sleep tends
- to disturb.

No one goes there,
but they want to,
- i only know how they want to...
That drop of foolishness crept in my bed,
- and i was blind...

But would you miss me if i was gone?
Would i linger in your mind until a sickness pulled you off?
- I'll swallow as you choke,
and dig my nails into the ground
and then once again i'll ask you:

"Would you miss me?"


Georgina

<333