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I just want to crawl back into my space where time stopped, and his hand gently slid down my cheek.
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He always seems to storm into my life,
Touching him again and his scent upon my body and clothes was like going home and finding that everything I had left was exactly untouched and sound in its original place. There were
by deviousgirl
2 lines, 3 comments,
on Jun 16 10:24 PM 2008
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I feel tripped out like I’m floating down the sidewalk
I’ve got holes in my arms and the only thing I remember is pain
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The wind blows my skirt in the air,
And the water from the fountain sprinkles on my shoulder
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Footprints caked in tar run down my back
And a heart saturated with emotions bleeds itself dry
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A force stronger than myself is calling…
Begging to be let out of its cage.
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My mouth still bleeds as I recall our last encounter
Crush my lips and swallow my tongue
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She sits in the darkness of her room.
Empty.
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Who is going to lie there tomorrow…?
As the delicate yearning in my words is lost upon you.
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Standing in this disillusionment of vulnerability
Trying to cover my naked body with the awkward limbs attached to my side.
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The bitter concentration paving over the afternoon hours
As she sips up the mess they both created
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It's been a long time since I've tried,
the verses just haven't seem to come
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He held me in his arms
as the chords flooded from the stereo on the floor.
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I feel like I've failed you when silence is my dominant voice.
And you're trying to raise the dead in me.
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The hum of the television
holding all the generations eyes entranced.
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I watch you as you reach deep into
the depths of your pocket.
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It seems I've been dropped from a parallel universe
where everything is crystal clear
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I find you everywhere lost sentiments
I thought had already been disposed.
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Where you running to, she seems to ask,
through the crests of the waves
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I'm reaching into the pot,
hoping to draw the ticket that will save me from this place.
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The strike of fresh sulfur incinerates in the air,
holding my mouth open as you throw the match inside.
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A richot of bullets are shot from the chamber
and into my head,
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A cold avalanche of ice cubes
rushes to me from the glass.
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Embedded into the ground like a rock in the core,
pinned on my back, restless and inviting.
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Catch me slow,
as I fall backwards into nothing
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Behind the city limits I still look for you,
inhaling faint traces of your perfume,
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The thrilling sense of disaster
gnaws your path through my chest and out my side.
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Lightly he cups the sides of her face,
drawing her near with the length of tenderness.
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The union of sacred bliss joins with the clasping of hands
and through the fields they walk,
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It's all a meaningless race to procure
one's affections, but what happens when there are none?
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It's all a meaningless race to procure
one's affections, but what happens when there are none?
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The manacle hands of razored salvation
the pleading tongues of truth and freedom
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How far is away?
With my bags packed and jammed into the trunk,
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Furrowed brows and the grinding of my teeth
the haunting cadence of the evening.
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