keep your eyes closed love.

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                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
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                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

I shall be a starving artist then.
eating my heart to fill my belly,
throwing it up into my work.

Behind a pretty cover is where my healing soul waits.

Hiding from the world that destroyed me once before.

From the gaps in the pages i see others alike me being broken down

What I would give for the chance to pull them in out of the rubble,

But I can't

I'm healing

I protect my pretty cover,

Because it's all I have left.

Take your head off,
I'll take mine off, too.
Let us uncover our thoughts,
And smother our bodies, too.

Just spill your mind onto my lap,
Burying me in your dreams.
We can fight the Monday blues together,
Ignore all that we weather....
Just me and you..
You and me..
Just be.

We can paint a better picture,
Mold it into all that we desire...
We'll form two bodies that rest into one
And just stick it onto the shelf for all to admire.

the stars
are a way
the universe
is telling us
that beauty
can be found
in dark places
too

the thing about fires
is that sometimes
you just have to watch them
burn