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Erica Pulcini Mar 2015
Pathetic but true, I've tried to teach you, the layers my mind can convey.
The naive that you choose, for you'll surely lose, the lies will catch up any day.

You study my face, knowing he's in your place, though persistent you stand your ground.
I'll hide like a coward, my fears they have towered, I'm only with you because he's not around.

Yet still I need your affection, a soul without any direction, don't pity my empty plea.
You're surely enough, yet my conviction is rough, and I only love you because you love me.
Apr 2014 · 435
It Wakes Me
Erica Pulcini Apr 2014
I press my face into my hands
and watch my life slip through my fingers

But it doesn't rain for me anymore
and I can't sleep because the thunder, it wakes me

And the lightning blinds my eyes
therefore not allowing me to see
exactly whats lays in front of me

There is no hope, no chance for me
I lost my last opportunity
Everyone yells, and shouts at me
yet my fate dies, along with dreams

No chance with you
but that was something I could foresee  
No friends to talk to
and there is no one that I need

Love no longer exists within me
for it hurts too much
But I'd die for the sight of you, and one single touch...

But it doesn't rain for me anymore,
and I can't sleep because the thunder, it wakes me...
I wrote this originally as a song, almost 10 years ago. Now I'm sitting here speechless and dumbfounded at how fast time flies... But yet amazed at myself because I remember it word for word and know exactly where I was when I wrote it and why. I feel younger now then I did back then.
Apr 2014 · 471
My love, la Luna
Erica Pulcini Apr 2014
I know we have a job to do.
Said the Sun to his friend the moon.
But we deserve to feel love too,
And how I wish to hold you soon.

We're worlds apart and you barely know me,
But I have watched you white and bright.
And I truly feel, if you'd but show me,
What it is to fill my heart with light.

For when you are out the people dance.
The lovers will whisper in their bed.
When I am shining they don't stand a chance!
They work to die, they bury their dead.

Oh my love, la Luna, why do you hide?
Don't you know I long to see your face?
I'll wait for you to come around, be by my side.
To rush you out, I fear, is not my place.
"And hey there Mrs. Lovely Moon, you're lonely and you're blue. It's kinda strange the way you change, but then again we all do too..."
-Devendra Banhart

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