/lit/ - Literature

Twenty one years ago, I met a girl in my head/
She said she couldn’t cry enough to keep her eyes wet/
And they were pretty things, all crystal cold
So we walked in the streets and onto some holy ground/
I tore through all my head, I couldn’t tear through the soundings/
Of her silhouette and teeth to the sweetest degree/

Now summer’s over darling and I can only sleep/
But lately I’ve been wondering with all the world beneath/

Twenty one years ago, I met the ghost of a ghost/
She had a hazy heart and pretty spots under her clothes/
And I could see them there creeping out of her sleeves/
She smoked her cigarettes, I watched her color TV/
We both tried to forget that life is all what it seems/
Just creatures caught up in all there own tragedies/

Now all this glassy wandering may break so easily/
But lately I am drifting with all the world beneath me/