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We all breathe the same
In whatever way we choose
Dancing to the beats
Of drummers, different in most cases
But breathe just the same

Sometimes we talk
Different mouths, different voices
Still it can ring badly on another’s ears
Complaining, questioning, whining
When all we want is to be understood

Often we fall, hard to the ground
Hardly at all to those passing by
Staring at this writhing body
On the sidewalk of broken dreams
Just waiting to be kicked once more

At times we love
Perhaps too much it seems
Different hearts, different beats, different drummers (again)
Brandishing hope as that marching band
With the new drum major breaks our will

Then we die
Not unlike other’s before us
Lying in a wooden box
Mourners stare exhaling sadly or happily
As they still breathe…in whatever way they choose

Once I met a girl named heaven
Who contained the saddest words in her pen
And the secrets of the world written
in the lines of her hands

She saw the world through her own bambi eyes
as if the world were something to wonder about
She searched for a beacon of truth and life
And felt the compulsion to sort it all out

She sat in corners and observed
Hoping to blend into the dull walls
But her sweet disposition transcended the patterns
And made itself known to all

I'll never forget those eyes
The notebook of secrets, or that smile
Whenever she leaves, she leaves an impression
Which would linger in my heart for awhile

So here's the thing
I like you
I really do
Want to know why?
Well than, brace yourself
You give me the butterflies
I feel them when you're not around
You make my heart pound
I hear it all the time
You make me so nervous
I feel it rise to my throat
See darling, you make me feel something amazing
You make me feel alive
Something I haven't felt in a while
You make me feel at peace
Something I would love to share with you
You make me feel awkward and normal at the same time
Something I've never felt before
But honestly, I love it
I'm in love with this feeling and I hope it never goes away
I'm in love with this wonderful vibe
I'm in love with everything you do and the way you speak
I'm in love with the person you are and the way you think
I think I'm in love with you
I know I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I love you

I emptied myself to make room for more beauty
More loveliness and grace
More feminine glow and fragile perfection
And tight skin over protruding bones
But I lost all my kindness
And my compassion
I emptied my sympathy for others
And now I'm full of rosy allure but not much else.

There's something deliciously beautiful about watching another inhale fumes from a cigarette,
sat on the window sill, or led in bed.
There lips caress the filter, hand sturdy, still,
a slow drag in, pause, out.
Swirls beyond swirls seen in the moons dim light,
here the tragic line between beauty and death.