babies in a limbo
When we feel like its bleak, who do we lean on?
you want an answer, but not what people tell you, and you don't believe in god
so....?
We are babies floating in a catholic limbo,
Looking at each other in a mindless tango
We stare, we smile, and we wink
Ultimately, we don’t know what each other think
You hold a hand to me, so I pull
But as I pull, you come with me too
You don’t know it, neither do I
That in this limbo, we can’t even die
We don’t know it, you or I
That in this limbo, we don’t even know how to cry
We float around dancing the slow sweet tango,
Like we are on drugs, and there’s no tomorrow
We try to get out, but whom do we lean on?
Not on you, or me, our souls’ all ripped and torn
We are in this limbo, we don’t know why
Never had a chance, we just die
Maybe some day, we learn to break free,
And that the way out we might somehow see
But till then, you and me shall carry on the tango,
Helplessly and aimlessly in this entrapping limbo
limbo
you want an answer, but not what people tell you, and you don't believe in god
so....?
We are babies floating in a catholic limbo,
Looking at each other in a mindless tango
We stare, we smile, and we wink
Ultimately, we don’t know what each other think
You hold a hand to me, so I pull
But as I pull, you come with me too
You don’t know it, neither do I
That in this limbo, we can’t even die
We don’t know it, you or I
That in this limbo, we don’t even know how to cry
We float around dancing the slow sweet tango,
Like we are on drugs, and there’s no tomorrow
We try to get out, but whom do we lean on?
Not on you, or me, our souls’ all ripped and torn
We are in this limbo, we don’t know why
Never had a chance, we just die
Maybe some day, we learn to break free,
And that the way out we might somehow see
But till then, you and me shall carry on the tango,
Helplessly and aimlessly in this entrapping limbo
limbo
posted by crescent moon at 9:50 PM
3 Comments:
tango. lingo. add this : mango.
try making a poem with mango!
not my fav fruit but one of my fav brands =)
fear of the nite... why? why are people afraid of the dark?
tango. lingo. add this : mango.
try making a poem with mango!
not my fav fruit but one of my fav brands =)
fear of the nite... why? why are people afraid of the dark?
the night is metaphorical dear
night and darkness refers to bleak situations...mangoes...hmm...i might write something on it just to satisfy your insane perversion;>
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