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Tell me a secret.
Slip it into my head.
Hurry up, I want to know.
Please tell me what she said.
Tell me something exciting,
Something that might not be true.
Really are you serious!?
He said that to you?
I know about that girl over there
I’ll tell you even though she made me swear
The lies are all around
moving at the speed of sound
Gossip is just a trend
And it hurts when your on the other end
So while we are still young
Please stop and hold your tounge
 Apr 2012 Jesse Wright
Ariel Hill
In my dreams
I stumble
wake, to tell my trouble
your presence of shyness
detected in silence
the room vast
air stale
energy weightless
even colors seem pale

My loneliness called
like a fog horn at dusk
your tender touch answered
encompassed with lust

wearing promising lenses
of visions to come
I molded the outcome
this time, didn't run

for what? the purpose
lay dark on the ground
but skepticism fades
with your spirit around

escape with me now
through trees of our youth
bathe in my passion
your scars will be smoothed

long after departure
lie skin bare in the dirt
your eyes will feel heavy
let me sing you alert

if the torture of life
wets your soul with soft tears
remember your promise
and my soul will be near
today
while smoking a cigarette
   I saw a butterfly
dead on the sidewalk

it was neither gruesome or disturbing
in fact
it was almost peaceful in a way
   just nature at its end

I wish I was a butterfly
transformed
from wretchedness
into something beautiful

to you:to me

the attraction is anything but
      physical

it eats like hell
for a solid week
   sleeps for the next three
emerges
   arrives
evolved
   into the sky

life is now at its most poignant pinnacle
beautiful
tender
vulnerable
utterly free
no longer even bound by gravity
     I bet that's a ******* trip
but
      there's always a but
irreversibly limited to a handful of days

I wish I was a butterfly
alive for a month of this ****
and then beautifully
quietly
lie down on a sidewalk
and die.
I consider it an art that I still love you.

You call from time to time.
You practicly never write.
Except when you want me in your bed.
You behave like there's nothing going on when we're in public.

But when we sleep together, you always hug me.
You never let me pay for my beer.
You make me smile, oh, so magnificently.
You took me to your favourite place on the river bank.
You crossed 50 km to see me just because I was mad at you
and I didn't want to pick up the phone.

I honestly believe we have found each other,
we both just need a little time to see that we have already met before.
I believe in standstills
And in silent suffering
I believe in idleness
And in not getting up on time
I believe in difference
And that we are all just the same
I believe in staying in and in dancing in the rain
And even though I hate gay lines I just wrote one of the cheesiest in the world.

I believe in literature
And that most of it is ****
I believe in music
And that most of it is ****
I believe in me
And that I'm as false as you
I believe that I am false

I'm hoping you all are too

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