Slipping between your ears,
Threaded in your hair,
Making sure that no one hears.
But would they really care?

Foggy memory, but nothing's wrong.
So it seems. 'Till it's the song
Racing the folds of you brain,
And it's back inflicting pain.

Sliding up your arm,
Curving towards your heart.
Plead with it not to tear you apart,
But does that really protect you from harm?

It could be a crippling affliction
Or a twinkle in my stars.
The truth is, I don't mind some scars.
It could all be pure fiction.

Maybe it's my final call.
Maybe it won't pass my lips.
It's got me pressed against a wall
Inside this sinking ship.

It could be hello
Or a quiet goodbye.
The truth is, I don't even know.
It could all be a lie.

Petals swimming in the sunlight
Stained by these evening dreams

Pinks that settle with the emerald shards
And watch the stars gather above
A whirlwind of love

A peaceful heart ache
The letting go,
An anger for the red petals to take

A promise of the days ahead
That beauty and joy will return
A bouquet of flowers for the dead

Superheroes don't cry
They're not famous
They do not fly

Instead superheroes weep

They walk like you and I
But have a heart that bounds and leaps

Superheroes are the everyday stranger
The dust that stays loyal to abandon houses
The drops of water in a desert

Like fish
That tickle my toes
Like a wish
That no one else knows

I'm the girl who spent her last token
On a game that was broken

The bugs
That **** my blood
The shower without a plug
That bears the unbearable flood

I'm the girl who hid in her heart
Until he broke it apart

Fog does not crawl
Like people do
He doesn't beg on hand and knee

Fog does not conceal
What is looming there
He just let's it disappear

Fog does not revive
The demons and the dead
He just pulls them from your head

if fate is written in the stars
they have two weeks to conjure up a plan
that erases state lines and keeps us together.

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