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I'm on my way
please wait, please stay
I know I'm a little late, I know it's been a long day
but darling I'm begging you to just wait, just stay

If you're thinking of moving, don't
Don't let them pack up, don't let the doors close
The gears are shifting in this warm red room
and I can only pray they're bringing me closer to you
It's out of my hands but it's not out of my mind
I'll be there soon darling with a little more time

I pray you don't grow restless
I pray you don't up and quit us
but if you grow tired, just fall asleep right there
and I'll warm your skin come the morning air

Because this is the closest I've ever come
and it's all I can do to not turn and run
so if you think you can't wait any longer, please do
because I promise I'm making my way toward you
Did you get what you wanted
or are you still haunted
by a shiver in your bones
and quiver in your lips
when you think about what's beneath
your clothes
go slow now, breathe easy
speak careful because your words
are not like friends
you can't take them back, no
you can't take them back
dressed in black
darker than pitch
last ditch effort to throw your head back
exhale and laugh it all away
this is the last advice I'll give you
so listen deep to what I say
every guy who holds you up
might just drag you down
compare them all to me
do they listen to your music
do they know your favorite tea
do they tuck you in at two a.m
before they have to leave
if they don't make your jaw drop
or surprise you everyday
ask yourself this question
did you get what you
wanted

did you get
what you...
Daniel Magner 2014
the morning star i see glistening in
trapped condensation between loose panes,
glimpsed through a sliver of lace,
is no angel falling over
london city,
just an aeroplane, and the silence of
people kicking and screaming
their way home from dreamier locations,
lisbon, or somewhere
the sun is already awake. they too are
weighted with clouds, pillows pressed across their faces.
in space, all our eyelids are
feather light, we breathe comets,
my lunar skull suspended
between this world and the eternal
dawn. this is how i fall asleep.

— The End —