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Let's take it to the sunset
Give me something I can get
Why don't we make a bet

And for a few hours just forget -

That we're not supposed to be here

Dancing right in the middle of nowhere
Smoke drifting through our hair
And our laughter tainting the air

These few moments we have to spare

Drawing up theories

And living in stories

So here we build our own tiny skyscrapers
And paint the walls our favorite colors
Like those of sweet surrender

While walking down that road to forever

Maybe we won't even be together

After all these, tomorrow
We return to time the moments we borrow
When the sun paints the horizon with its promise
So tonight, we revel in this happy demise

I ask of you a simple wish

To give me something I can get
Something others do covet
Like your promise of an escape to Neverland
In the morning we'll return hand-in-hand

And even if I don't get both

I'll still be wasting another lifetime away
Trying to forget (imagine) that one night we came to stray.
I have not felt as if my role plays into gender, yet I neglect the idea of set standards to which 'common' 'civil' people suggest to be appropriate dinner conversation.

Humanity is a course.  The path from chaos to order and order to chaos.  Each human burns like a star, and just like the galaxy, there will be collisions.  Controlling that creates the need to have an accepted way of life.

I am not guarded, I am precise.  I give all I posses to those in need and refuse to be taken from.  Diminished.  I am not heartless, I see the way.

I feel no shame in my rugged frame, and praise the build of my character and virtue.  Determined. Every-flowing.  Like water.

You can't dilute it.  Drop ink in water, in a few moments you will not see the pigment.  Yet it lowers its quality, its ability to be consumed as a life source.

When people recklessly posses the emotions, the ability to create and destroy- View it as a gift, not an arsenal.
Love is an art.

And I can barely
draw you a stick figure.
Funny story. True story.
15/1/14

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