Saturday, June 2, 2012

Bottom Line.


when there is nothing to say.
maybe is the day.
maybe is the night.
maybe is just the ache in my heart.
maybe the word perhaps fits better.
perhaps all of the maybes have to stop.
probably.
maybe.
perhaps.
apparently everything is an illusion
most likely, i'm free at last.
the bottom.
the bottom line.
or right at the bottom of the heart.
a song sings out loud.
we are breakable...
that simple.
only that.
fragile.
breakable.
boys and girls.




Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

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