7th February, 2010 - Stereotype

Gedicht zum Thema Nacht

von  Erdbeerkeks

She’s wandering the thread, the one I try to tear for days
With such a grace and elegance, I don’t know what it takes
For me to get the same as her, effortlessly pristine
She’s somewhere between dust and books
Yeah... somewhere in between

I can’t rest my head tonight, the pillow next to your
paperthin closed eyelids makes my head hurt more
You know it became marble, and it’s not the first sign
You know dancing is falling
Only falling in time

and the blankets are too warm and the light on us too milky

and my headache
it’s almost killing me, darling
too romantic
just too dramatic
and my hair is going to be so tangled
between the blankets, restless turning and bruising of words
and when I sit in the bathroom the next day
you’ll appear right behind my shoulder and I’ll try not to strangle
you or
anyone
else
with the cable of my hairdryer
'cause I rather live a live without you
than a stereotyped one.

'cause somewhere between marblehearts and deadly sure cliché
This stereotyped “Together” lost much too much of weight.

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