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Life Is But A Dream
I wrote your name in red,passionate prose flows when I think of how your glasses slip down your slender nose,and how you laugh as you sleep,like all your dreams are tender and joyful.I’ve been fighting wars in the other realm,the kind of battles where my fingernails break and scars sit silently on my skin,waiting for…
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Early Morning Fantasy
I’m devoted to you,fire in my veins,walking through waterfalls,that can’t dim my endless torch.I scorch all night for you,my flesh aflame like sweet Saint Maud for you,called your bluff, just like she tried to do,got cut off, and now I’m knee deep in needing you,but I know that you’ll come.I saw you at 4AM,as the…
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Love Keeps Hurting
Love keeps hurting,but one day it won’t.One day,memories will be stepping stones,a map of all the places I had to go before I found who my soul was really looking for.The scars will be faded.I’ll only see the past in distant, disjointed dreams,and I will look at love,with a kind glance,love looking back with a…
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Don’t Draw Me In
Don’t draw me in,my skin looks terrible in pencil,and I’d rather be on another page,in another place.I was built for another age,faraway in the future,where the fractured lands are laughing together,so don’t wage a war, when I’m just trying to watch TV,don’t pull my strings and don’t bother me with all this. If an honest…
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Sick Of It All
I get so sick of it, you know. All the flowery ways in which I could say “I fucked up, and I don’t know if there will ever be time to fix it.” and there are kind smiles from all the obliged ones, who can’t escape my incessant mess, because we are bound by blood…