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my fingers are stroking thin air to the sound of you just one day could we
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I just kind of penned this in a few minutes, just a train of thought. It isn't wonderful but it's just what was going through my head...
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I just pretend I don't notice you're making excuses to touch me.
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it tingles in my feet and churns in my stomach.
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still hate hearing all his lies, the denial.
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it is my heart that has
stopped beating,
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it is misery plaguing me
to the depths,
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so there's nothing left to do.
you've left me locked within my prison,
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maybe I'll remember
the way your fingers catch mine,
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I can only hope that I will find a way to leave it all behind.
without pulling the trigger,
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it's these kinds of times that I
steal all your lines, bury them
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and just the way he seems to smile
for me, and read into my soul with those
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I only wanted you.
You, like the rainbow following rain.
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The light shined on your face;
(amazement, the only word that comes to mind)
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Even as we reach the height of my fears,
there seems to be more to feel.
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I hold this at arms' length
and what is the use of
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Take a look at my empty hands.
Not holding you, this part of me
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And yesterday, weaving within our words
A daydream, lovely and unheard.
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within me it sparks another fight.
he never loved you,
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love's meaningless words
are whispering in my ears.
by Linnae
30 lines,
on Nov 17 3:14 PM 2007
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you know, sometimes,
I can't breathe.
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A spectrum, a lifetime of feeling
The fear in my mind I cannot release.
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For daydreams, endless
A day inside
by Linnae
18 lines,
on Oct 1 12:35 AM 2007
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With the dark in his eyes he said to me:
I'm leaving you, you've set me free.
by Linnae
27 lines,
on Oct 1 12:32 AM 2007
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I rest my head upon your chest.
Look up.
by Linnae
30 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 1 12:28 AM 2007
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I've been holed up inside for hours.
And you've been tugging at my sleeve.
by Linnae
32 lines,
on Oct 1 12:27 AM 2007
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He's gone and it seems so cold. / Even when the light spills in. / He's spilling out. / Our eyes are locked. / Fingers intertwined. / He was special. / The way that he promised me. / Honesty. / And he is
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And you say that this is my fault. / Well I can prove you wrong. / You're so pathetic and I'm watching you crawl / On the floor where you belong. / / Now you have walked the lines of superiority. / [And faked the
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As we crumble We will fall upon our own swords.
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