After a three-day drunk, I
finally showered...
washed the smell of you away
the smell, lust, compassion, booze, confusion, energy electricity, your smell, I'm
walking barefooted on a razor blade tightrope
with a pool of sharks waiting to
catch me if I fall, and
alive feels like this
alive feels like this,
alive feels like 3 am in someone else's bed, feeling
the tiny pin prick goose bumps raising on your
thigh as I touch you, alive
feels like picturing her home sleeping, everything ok in the world,
alive feels like every moment I've ever been afraid of and searching them out
all the small
details
tiny pieces of
life we might otherwise over look, run away from, deny
feels like alive, feels like
walking barefoot on a razor blade tight rope
you had walked
like dried red roses on a victorian floor
through life, hiding, and hiding still while it's no secret
your voice is so much louder then their ears
your you is so much bigger then their fears and
they don't fit so well on you
it looks like
death, and this
feels alive, I feel alive
Did I want to lose it all?
no.
but taking the risk felt like alive, and I
wouldn't have changed a moment to
walk on by
- Mike Burhans...........