Post by allidoiswrite82 on Mar 8, 2008 9:18:35 GMT -8
I write because the paper listens
And I'm inspired when the stars glisten
Sometimes it seems I've been passed up because somethings missing
And I'm so far beyond irreconcilable differences
It Seems like I've been given this mission
Praying and wishing
That one day I'll be the center of attention
The apple of everyones eye
The rose that grow from the concrete
That smooth relaxing path of street
That you just cant wait until it meets your feet
I want to be that thirst that moves you
The Saturday night beat that grooves you
That gentle hand that sooths you
It's not just about what I do to you
I want to be you
At three o'clock in the morning come see you
Give you my scriptures then bleed you
Show you, not just tell you that I need you
See I write because the paper listens
So when the words beat like a motor pistons
And you read these phases that I've given
You know I'm somewhere kissing
paper to pen
perhaps adding this in
Just to make it relate
I'm in a place where bliss cant go missin
White pages like forever fields
If nothing else this can't end
I've made lovers of these inanimate objects and made them speak like a true friend
And if you don't understand then there is no way you could be in the place that I'm in
I write because the paper listen
And it wont ridicule me for these thoughts in the distances
If enlightenment is a sentence Then life is what I been given
And I wouldn't pass on it either
Nor require my muse to award me a breather
I want to pass through the other side of the tunnel
And so I write leaving this paper trail
To get me back through
If not for me then for you
Only after you learn that
I WRITE BECAUSE PAPER LISTENS
And I'm inspired when the stars glisten
Sometimes it seems I've been passed up because somethings missing
And I'm so far beyond irreconcilable differences
It Seems like I've been given this mission
Praying and wishing
That one day I'll be the center of attention
The apple of everyones eye
The rose that grow from the concrete
That smooth relaxing path of street
That you just cant wait until it meets your feet
I want to be that thirst that moves you
The Saturday night beat that grooves you
That gentle hand that sooths you
It's not just about what I do to you
I want to be you
At three o'clock in the morning come see you
Give you my scriptures then bleed you
Show you, not just tell you that I need you
See I write because the paper listens
So when the words beat like a motor pistons
And you read these phases that I've given
You know I'm somewhere kissing
paper to pen
perhaps adding this in
Just to make it relate
I'm in a place where bliss cant go missin
White pages like forever fields
If nothing else this can't end
I've made lovers of these inanimate objects and made them speak like a true friend
And if you don't understand then there is no way you could be in the place that I'm in
I write because the paper listen
And it wont ridicule me for these thoughts in the distances
If enlightenment is a sentence Then life is what I been given
And I wouldn't pass on it either
Nor require my muse to award me a breather
I want to pass through the other side of the tunnel
And so I write leaving this paper trail
To get me back through
If not for me then for you
Only after you learn that
I WRITE BECAUSE PAPER LISTENS