Angels
Tomorrow I'll be quicker
Under to strawberry sunlight and apple clouds
I gave myself a period to think about nothing
How time part us apart and how roots grow
Understanding the quality of time is something hard
You just need a second to know time but forever to understand it
Time is not counted by stopwatch
It is measuring device of quality and quantity
I can’t imagine myself last summer, when I was just different
Not the good kind of different
Meeting people are never easy, but fate is just undeniable
It may start with hate, assumptions and anguish
Juggling life is hard, and I know I have disappointed a few souls
I called myself an asshole... Haunted by a curse
Unbinding myself is not easy, and words does spread
People disappoint you, but I hope that I wont
I have been trough things, things I may never figure out
But I get by with a few help
One, two or maybe three
A solution is not always an answer but it seems tangible
There are some undeniable truth about people
Something we can tolerate or something we enjoy
Having people around you is like reading a book
Bounded, but yet it is mysterious
I want to be a part of something, but I am not good enough
My small soul vessel is broken
But It seem that people grow apart
In a way or another
I feel like Charlie, I have three angels
Different ones, settle yet loud
They are just free souls around me
Fixing mistakes and giving comfort
I have been through nothing compared to them
They are here, today, now..
Angels are undefined, they are interpreted
Pictures of them having wings are lies
My angels wear flannels and scarf.. With ankle high boots
One of them are dramatic
Hard headed, noisy yet very lovable
She did not fell from heaven
She is just there having her cigarette in the middle of a sunny day
Maybe she’s from venice?
There are two way a women can get hurt
A heartbreak and shaving
We now have shaving creams
But she dealt with a few heartbreak
She’s moving soon and there is nothing I could do
Nothing more than a simple jumble of flying words
Life is hard yet blue
Ocean blue, not one of those lame sky blue shit
I met my second love out of nowhere
She hated me when I first met her, I just knew it
Black is her tone, and music is her fiance
She is just amazing, she is always there
Nothing more than amazing can describe her
She smokes her favorite Marlboro and shares one with me
She is what I define as having an alternative lifestyle
She Is one of the most talented bitch I ever know
Seriously she is one bad bitch
To tell you the truth, I know I love her when I first knew her
Whats next? I don't know
I think she’s in love right now
But yeah.there are some shit going around
Rumors.. But fuck it.. She’s to awesome for it
Damn you and fuck my life
I don’t like classic music, I listen to high pitch noises
I will glow in the dark
And that is how I met the third angel
She is different, a lot different
She likes coffee.. More than I do I guess
She have a bubbly toe
Yes this is a reference to a song
She helped me a lot, and she likes concerts
Reliable is the only word to describe her
I cant seem to survive without her
She is just sweet
Cats.. Yes.. Feline pets
I met her on a trip home
Our lovely Capitol Hill
Yes.. Its home
one fifty and five hundred seventy seven
I can’t seem to live without them
Words are toys now
I wish them the best
Dedicated to my angels
