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So suddenly gone from being Glorious to
The bound disciple, pockmarked with fear
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Don't believe the lie that I have rejected you
For that is something Not of Me
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And wanting to roll over
In a pile of leaves
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by staticgrace
55 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 6 2:00 PM 2008. In Adult, Humor, Life, Love, Lyrics, Nature, Pain, Personal, Spiritual, Society, Weird
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It strikes at all your boundaries
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The heady scent of purpose-fallen flowers
Speaks of celebration, follow the people;
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Earthy curls,
Tiwst and flicker,
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I step gracefully into the room,
Feeling, free and turned to beautifying
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I'm not very good at poetry - did I ever tell you that?
But I'm trying to tell you: you're not very bad at being a good friend...
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Why I didn't see it before, I'm not so sure anymore,
I loved you a lot I think I remember
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Try to hold onto everything / Watch everyone leave / Watch yourself fall and bleed on the floor / Get up and stumble / Stumble and crawl /
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I got baptized this evening It was a really amazing experience.
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Two bodies face each other
Interluded
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That warmth-filled smile that brightens my day,
Those hugs that say you'll always stay,
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They were in love
But it wasn’t thought right,
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Two girls both alike in dignity…
Sit on a bench,
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Battle cries
Hills of green grass
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Walked through the darkness
Came and did see
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Come let's run away into the mists of time...
*Stretch*
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Fingers glide across the piano,
Tremble graphite strokes across paper
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I hate school
It is not cool
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Arms curve gracefully through the air
Followed by pools of amber light
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Trying to hold time in place...
Like trying to stop stones sinking
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I have so much love to give,
There are so many reasons to live.
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Light pushes shadows into the corners
Of the face I know so well
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Memorising the *scent* of your *skin*
Wrapped in your *body*
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Where have you been all your life?
I've been here, I swear, I've been here...
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Ohhhh another bloody emo song about someone feeling down. Just like all my other poems then.
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Nervous but curious
You go with the flow,
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I don't think I can stand this pain much more
I just want to curl up and hide all the time
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I wake up to sunlight pouring in through the window,
Like honey.
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