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It's been a long time hasn't it? -------------------------------- tail light fade |
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take your time and breathe. Take your time and breathe. take your time and breathe. take your time and breathe. make your time just breathe. take your time and breathe. i have a feeling. I have a fever. i have something burning inside my mind. the taste of your lips with the sway in your hips-- makes perfect sense our time well spent. you'll be my oasis in this desert of sheets. |
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my heart is pumping gasoline while matches start to look quite enticing. you're my delicate mess. a subtle relief gentle wind blowing leaves. rhythmic beating of wings. it's been a while. |
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i'm taking apart my insides. taking apart my life. making your ghosts in reason. it's just not real anymore. so, tare apart your cross and churches. what's wrong. |
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Darling, come home quickly. I need your slim figure gracing my arms, holding on like it'll be the last time we'll ever see each other again every time. |
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the sky is slate and I can feel it pulling at me, pulling at my face. Come look and see you'll know it kid. the freedom is better than breathin'. this world will know who I am. |
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your heart is beautiful, though a little chipped on the sides sitting warm in your chest, back and a little to the left. between breath it beats, life flows in your veins like a velvet dress in the rain. and when I hold you, I feel you living, breathing, I know that you're really there, and you still care. my love, lets go back to there. |
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we need a place to stay, warm and out of the rain. Quite in the evening with high ceilings and curtains. so we can forget the past, start again. and while I was leaving I swore I heard you say, "see you, space cowboy." |
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The walk to your house isn't long, but the walk back takes forever. Crickets and fireflies dance and sing while foggy street lamps show the way. |
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This is an avalanche, I can't stop the comfort in knowing you care. This is my desire to be the wind in your hair and the sun on your shoulders. this, this is me saying "I love you." And not looking back. |
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subtly fall to the floor in time with your breaking mirrors your fake white teeth, smooth plastic skin. The faithful reap the rewards, and you can still hear him singing down the hall. |
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Chase it down to the bones with terrible speed, busting through doors like bulldozers through trees. and windows beckon your fall |
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I woke from a fevered dream, buckets of sweat in my sheets. but I know what kept me there, lying in an ocean of blankets and pale green walls, that sound so familiar and comforting so faint and bold and lovely. the hiss of static over the air like concrete filling a room, my last hope on the radio. |
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this nervousness I'm counting on lifts my eyelids, stands me up and lets me know that, we're something special hiding under blankets in parking lots. |
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I want to emboss my face onto your heart, leave a mark on your ribs. pass through your hands just to settle on your lips. linger on your pillow and sway with your hips. Love of mine: someday we won't die. |
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complacency is a strange word, smug but afraid. eggs in a nest, wind blowing from the west. and sweet memory you'll keep close to you. tiny kisses on my cheek. I hate rhyming. |
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bring me the horizon and I'll give you mountains. Covers of wrinkled land draped over me. I saw victory in your eyes shimmering in cordial patience. In that instance the flowers listened. the trees whispered. and the mountains, the mountains, our mountains stood guard-- fall into it like a fever. |
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to motion in the tide as they lay down to die, in shallow graves under gently crashing waves. to catch the first flake of snow on wanting brow, in mid december leaves on the ground. to show these tired fingers that the strings still will bend to the sound, heavy breath tasting lips so loud. Concrete will fill this room. waves take just a little more sand. and snow fills my hand. This is what it is to. what we already knew. no arguments aside. |
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we took a walk to the moon and learned to breathe with hands tied behind our backs. the water was cold but we still held on as rustling leaves crept sidewalks and streets we've found our new home. mere silhouettes pass by in droves |
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