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The mountain-tops may have been silent, yes they dragged on and on in winds. But the words softly spoken with your eyes transcended all the ones from lips. Never a spilt drop of acid spoken not a single name from a darkened room, the room full of the bled and broken threads of fears laid out strewn. For I was not your princess, nor queen, mistress nor maid, a gentle wife meets seductress in your eyes I had been made. Your friend on days when thoughts come running already waiting with arms aloft but the red line beneath your words of anger catching pieces you'd rather dropped. Stranded on your bottled ship occasionally you would let me in. Greedily I would breath and bathe In the words resounding from your skin. Fingers curled round my solitude pulled me out, firm and sweet. Whipped a million tears from my foggy eyes tied laces on my lost, trembly feet. Together we faced the sun its chest risen with fresh chance. but as we walked to'rd the horizon we had forgotten to hold hands. Our footsteps washed by quiet rains the internal battles of the core. My heart will, nevertheless, remain with you faintly on your misty shower door.
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Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
The invisible love
The mountain-tops may have been silent, yes they dragged on and on in winds. But the words softly spoken with your eyes transcended all the ones from lips. Never a spilt drop of acid spoken not a single name from a darkened room, the room full of the bled and broken threads of fears laid out strewn. For I was not your princess, nor queen, mistress nor maid, a gentle wife meets seductress in your eyes I had been made. Your friend on days when thoughts come running already waiting with arms aloft but the red line beneath your words of anger catching pieces you'd rather dropped. Stranded on your bottled ship occasionally you would let me in. Greedily I would breath and bathe In the words resounding from your skin. Fingers curled round my solitude pulled me out, firm and sweet. Whipped a million tears from my foggy eyes tied laces on my lost, trembly feet. Together we faced the sun its chest risen with fresh chance. but as we walked to'rd the horizon we had forgotten to hold hands. Our footsteps washed by quiet rains the internal battles of the core. My heart will, nevertheless, remain with you faintly on your misty shower door.
DaisyChain
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DaisyChain
New Zealander
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
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