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keep my bleeding heart wide open
warm tears beat on this cold bed
your soft sunrise hair smells like summer

keep me alive in this cold room
warm and bundled safe from the gloom
your soft rose lips taste like winter

keep me aching to say I love you
warm and content in my pasture
your soft glow feels like spring
an extra body
in my shrine
all the things
that are mine

in the shower
in my room
in my bed
smell of perfume

now not alone
in this place
my dark room
an added face

it feels weird
but good too
having you here
I love you
blue sky clouds fog
it wont ever clear
I thought You were mine
things are so clear
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The Future?

"I dont know"
.
"I really don't"
..
"I can't say"
...
"I'm scared"
....
The gap grows
                                  and grows
                                                           ­   and grows.....
less of love
less of feeling
less of believing
......
more of lies
more of doubt
more of lonely nights
.......
loss of ties
loss of belief
loss of saying
........
"you're mine"
.........
fog clouds sky blue
things are so clear
You thought I was yours too
nothing will ever clear
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Going to fix. New style/structure-- more playing around than anything.
oh I want to
oh yes that buzz
that insatiable hunger
to be something other
than myself

to be numb--
tingly,
odd,
funny,
dumb,
and lost.

I want to be lost.

I want to be found.

But which is it?

I guess you'll have to find out.
And I told her,
the scars are--
what makes us--
who we are.

No matter how many,
or how few,
I know in my heart--
I will always love you.
Ring imprints are where your heart lies too
So so far away, both feeling very blue
Constant reminders of why I am here
No wonder I can't even shed a single tear
I'm always left alone
In the night, and in the cold
Searching-- and searching
For nothing in particular
And I'm really hurting

I feel lost, even when--
Surrounded by others,
And close to my lover
Nothing ever feels right
Even when it's all in my sight

My mind is muddled--
This time without substance
To cause this hysteria
And I am befuddled
As to why I am this way
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