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Will it ever change? Will I walk away; and not feel lost Will I ever experience this rush I watch filling lovers limbs. Raising them higher than our stratosphere Will I ever float? Through a stilted gaze I look, kept from emotion and long to feel. The waves crashing at their toes Sandy, passionate love rolls like foam that kisses the shore with bubbly lips. Will I ever be kissed like that? my metel chest warms at her sight More with hope of what could be Instead of what would be. Although my mourning persists beating against my ribs Insistant My chest aches at this sight, I wish no more harm Although I do not raise one finger. I exist to observe My stilted tin kelidescope twisting and peeling away emotion and I am allowed to see but not experience. Never experience.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
The Tin Man
Will it ever change? Will I walk away; and not feel lost Will I ever experience this rush I watch filling lovers limbs. Raising them higher than our stratosphere Will I ever float? Through a stilted gaze I look, kept from emotion and long to feel. The waves crashing at their toes Sandy, passionate love rolls like foam that kisses the shore with bubbly lips. Will I ever be kissed like that? my metel chest warms at her sight More with hope of what could be Instead of what would be. Although my mourning persists beating against my ribs Insistant My chest aches at this sight, I wish no more harm Although I do not raise one finger. I exist to observe My stilted tin kelidescope twisting and peeling away emotion and I am allowed to see but not experience. Never experience.
jess-treijs
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
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