clouds w/ smashing pumpkins.

my heavy heart is compelled to the meloncholic melody  
of 'disarm', my mind subdued by story tellers voice  
And im taken away by Billy Corgans Poise  
He blows my mind away whilst the image of your face  
fragmented and cracked, disperses to all corners of the earth  
away from me, you are now a passing cloud, it will rain no more  
but my tears still pour  
my salt tears roar and i compose something raw;  
 
Thou hath stanied my mourning heart  
thou hath betrayed the essence of lingering compassion
thou hath eradicated the innocence of compelling words  
thou hath destroyed that of which i held most sacred  
thou hath shamed affection and replaced it with hate   
   
 
'1979', bass keeps me smiling :)  
i do apologize with a thousand suns  
but only time can speak for itself, maybe time will heal  
and yes;  
i am a scorned, impetuous, impulsive replusive creature   
of your manifestation.  
I manifest well, yet you cant get out of the spell  
the negative cycle, the resentment, the exhaust.  
i am wrong, you are right, all the time.  
but not now.  
im tired of trying, and with each relization my soul dies  
and the best part is  
you dont give a fuck.  
however,  
the composition of 'eye' drench my thoughts  
and wash these words unto the screen.  
 
i pray we will regain our cosmic connection  
i pray for you in loving protection  
i love you, friend  
may you be blessed.  
forever more  
 
 
ps. no one is perfect,  
but i wait in the everlasting gaze of past days  
no matter what im there  
so i ponder upon the clouds, and wish for my friend back.  
as the sun sets, the birds avaiate this messege to you  
and the clouds they pass by as  
my headphones, dry  
with silence.  
the music's over 
and i press replay.