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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Wish I was Deep
[time] => 2004-10-03 08:04:15
[hometext] => Thjis is actually for someone I really like. I hope it turns out alright+++++++++++vibes++++++++++++++
[bodytext] => I wish I was deep I wish I was deep I wish I was deep more often But something in me loves bubblegum Something in me loves bubblegum People judge your heart from the words that you say And people want you to like the same films as them And people want you to always decide Where the heart belongs But I don't know where my heart belongs, I have traveled thru the darkness of the valley I have sat in the sun-room with warm arms around me, But I'm alone today, with only regrets & submerged feelings inside & they make cold company Could I ever meet someone, somewhere Who could take away this blindness & let my Heart see the Light again? Could I ever meet someone, somewhere Who could answer my doubt? Is there a heart out there, not bitter, not so broken it's destroyed forever, Is there a heart, not so tangled up, in all that went before? Is there, is there a clue, to a puzzle that will answer my questions & grant me freedom in the sacred place? Sometimes, for all my hope in a better world, I wonder that. Sometimes, I worry about me. 'Cause I don't know where my heart belongs, & I don't know what to say, I don't know what you need, But I can give you time & I can give you space & I can give you a hand to hold Anything you want, I'm an acrobat I'm so shallow it has come haunt me, It's come to haunt me Every step I take I'm searching for you But with each passing day You just get more distant and blue & I can't search for ghosts anymore, They always fade away in the room looking out to the Sea & I can't stay too long I feel like a gambler down to his last hand, & I can still jive, If it all comes down to today, I've got enough game But this brave face I have worn for years, Is getting old, & getting tired of laughing As the bridges burn, behind me. I want to cross a bridge that I can't burn, I want to sing with Michael Stipe Inside the warm summer rain, I want to let go of doubt, and please, taste a little peace Just a little peace I wish I was deep I wish I was deep more often But something in me loves bubblegum Something in me loves bubblegum All the posters are electronic No-one is the same is the rule All the books I read are about pain and friendship and identity In this club you only get in the door if you have been abused I wish I was deep I wish I was deep more often But something in me loves bubblegum Something in me loves bubblegum It wouldn't be me if I had all the answers, It wouldn't be me if I could act like it didn't matter. What would Steve McQueen say, if he was alive, and this was Hollywood? I guess I'll see you around, someday. I guess I'll see you around, someday kid. But this ain't Hollywood, & I ain't Steve McQueen. Sometimes I laugh thinking of the way I throw my heart to the wind. Steve would just go out and ride his motor-bike. I hope the Light follows both of us, & when we journey upon the dark waters There will be a voice calling from the far shore Drawing us ever onward, to release, or some kind of Core. (David Finn, 2004) [comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 43 [informant] => redlantern2051 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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