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EVEN
DEAD
STARS
SHINE
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I can go on and on
From "Sorry's"
To "Thank you's"
And a lot in between

Lips sealed and tongue tied
I let everything unsaid

Not knowing
that though
my heart
can never be silent,

*It can never be heard either

Machu Picchu, Stonehenge, The Colloseum
These are all built in ruins
All beautiful pieces
All fascinating

Hence don't ask me
Why I look at you
Like a piece of art

Darling, don't hide
Brokenness is beautiful
*You are fascinating

She was the lightning
elusive and too fast

and he was the thunder
who keeps on chasing after her
never really getting tired
no matter how many times
he misses

who knows?
maybe one day
when he's a bit faster
and she's a bit closer
and the wind and the heat
the electrons and the charges
all agree,
they will meet
they will dance
and all the earth will hear them shout


*because after all
thunder is alive
only because there's
lightning

when you left
my words left me, too

now I live in silence
I learned a thing or two
1. Too much peace is deafening
2. I'd rather choose sadness if it's with *you