oh with strings that play of spring and forgotten history
i’ve got nothing left to give to you,
forever your remained mystery
i’ll watch you go,the man of cold
my closed off mister
and the curtains will close
on all my truths untold

and i’ll Play for dimes of my moms green eyes
and listen to the cries of all my sisters
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses

with strings that play of spring you’ll hear the ring of all my wishes
hear me sing of forgotten history
being your invisible mistress
and in a moment of play pretend
you’ll be my lustrous mister
but until then
i got nothing left to give you
but my melody’s awful glister

so i’ll play for dimes of my moms green eyes and listen to the cries of all your wishes
for all the times you stole my mind
send me for all the kisses
and maybe someday play for the eyes
of all of our dying sisters

Ah, ill sneak out from my shadow
knowing i only might see your airglow
and in your meadow of twinkling lightbulbs
you illustrate my dreams

Ah, how i always wander and hide
my darling in you is where i can only confide
and in your meadow of my pride
you illustrate my dreams

Ah, half of my words have you already heard
through the prose and the poems and the songbirds
and in your meadow of the ones already blurred
you illustrate my dreams

Ah, how hard it is to claim your name!
with all my words, where is my shame?
but in your meadow,
where everyone’s thought the same
you illustrate my dreams

oh i traveled the north,
to put a freeze to your flame,
but your ghost followed me cross the country,
sneaked into my door
and when i sat by the fire,
i could feel you some more,
the snow fell and span in a storm
but it was you who painted my chills,
and the twirling in the hills
across the shore

your blushed moving lips
i still wish to kiss,
your roses on my cheeks,
those estranged fingertips,
your ghost in my locket
and my pick in my pocket
will keep haunting me
like this

well i went to the mountains to catch a breeze,
but the cold couldn’t touch me,
though i thought i’d freeze
for my love,
those dry empty streets
turned to spring
for your thought kept me occupied
while winter fled with the wind

oh how the seasons change
but you feel all too the same,
your blushed moving lips
i still wish to kiss,
through the frost and flames,
your ghost in my locket,
and my pick in my pocket
and in the nights cold crisp,
you’ll keep haunting me
like this

Lord
i would like to be
as innocent as a babe
as the untouched knowledge-tree
as oblivious as she

God
let me be eve,
the first lady to ever feel
and to ever see

the beauty of the unknown,
the peace of the untold,
the blindness to what is now
your sinful, prewritten
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