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I dare you to whisk me away With those electric limbs of yours Let's go some place Where we won't be judged Don't let them seep in Under the door Just ignore the invisible creaking Surely it will stop soon Do not be frightened The wailing is not a killer Not a knife in this hand Nor a hammer in this head Do not call me, do not whistle I am no cat, I am no wolf Hold your breath Hang upside-down Let me scare you, scare yourself Shall I fetch a mirror? Or would that prove to be Just as useless? Whining in the shadows Ghost white and blood red Scratch marks, no bite marks What were you expecting? Let me howl I am no wolf But you seem to be a moon You shine so brightly, I swear You are the cure That I've been searching for They warned me about you Before I left I never understood their worries... I blink and you are gone Back again Is that your honest soul? It's so grey (I can empathise) Should we still run? Would you rather soar? I don't like this idea anymore You are too frail, too fragile I will not love you like this Tomorrow...
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Whisk Me Away
I dare you to whisk me away With those electric limbs of yours Let's go some place Where we won't be judged Don't let them seep in Under the door Just ignore the invisible creaking Surely it will stop soon Do not be frightened The wailing is not a killer Not a knife in this hand Nor a hammer in this head Do not call me, do not whistle I am no cat, I am no wolf Hold your breath Hang upside-down Let me scare you, scare yourself Shall I fetch a mirror? Or would that prove to be Just as useless? Whining in the shadows Ghost white and blood red Scratch marks, no bite marks What were you expecting? Let me howl I am no wolf But you seem to be a moon You shine so brightly, I swear You are the cure That I've been searching for They warned me about you Before I left I never understood their worries... I blink and you are gone Back again Is that your honest soul? It's so grey (I can empathise) Should we still run? Would you rather soar? I don't like this idea anymore You are too frail, too fragile I will not love you like this Tomorrow...
Written: 1/11/14. 100% puntastic !!
#love#moon#soul#gone#tomorrow#grey#fragile#worries#scare#empathise
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
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