Garden of Smoke

January 3, 2012
By MedusaViolet BRONZE, Lakewood, Ohio
MedusaViolet BRONZE, Lakewood, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
The in-breath is willed, the out-breath is automatic.


It's so cold here in the rain
But I can't tear myself away
Stick my fingertips into the sky
Life's all about getting high
The soothing wetness puts me in a haze
Time to go into another phase
Where I go into my garden
Prick my finger on a rose
Watch as the blood creeps out of the hole

You can't leave me now
Please don't leave me now
Leave me alone in my garden of smoke
Leave me now and I will choke
On the words
Watch the birds
Fly
Why are they so high

Never forget what I say to you
Even if it has no meaning
I've never in my life felt so new
In this world
In this world I will fall
To my death but I will crawl
On my bed of needles and loneliness

You can't leave me now
Please don't leave me now
Leave me alone in my garden of smoke
Leave me now and I will choke
On the words
Watch the birds
Fly
Why are they so high

And we lay in the garden
And we touch in the garden
And we love in the garden of smoke


The author's comments:
One of my most prized pieces.

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