you are
you are like a midnight breeze
calming,
threatening,
you calm me with your cold,
black air
bleak air
that seeps straight through
with a false hope, of what this could mean to me.
i am
i am but a thistle on this very large tree
waiting for my chance to grow and i
i can't seem to find a way
to mean anything to
a n y b o d y
won't you stay awhile?
just awhile.
we
together we
we could grow and rule this world
(we could r u n , you and i)
you and i, and never stop
and never stop never stop never stop never stop never stop
STOP.
until we find
that place where time stops
that place where
l o v e
.
d r o p s
.
.
d o w n
.
.
.
i n t o
.
.
.
.
f o r e v e r.
(safe)
this
this won't be
this won't be
(the end)
the sun always shines right after it's darkest and i
i believe
i believe we will spin this yarn into something more
and
we will
c . r . e . a . t . e
 
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
you are
you are like a midnight breeze
calming,
threatening,
you calm me with your cold,
black air
bleak air
that seeps straight through
with a false hope, of what this could mean to me.
i am
i am but a thistle on this very large tree
waiting for my chance to grow and i
i can't seem to find a way
to mean anything to
a n y b o d y
won't you stay awhile?
just awhile.
we
together we
we could grow and rule this world
(we could r u n , you and i)
you and i, and never stop
and never stop never stop never stop never stop never stop
STOP.
until we find
that place where time stops
that place where
l o v e
.
d r o p s
.
.
d o w n
.
.
.
i n t o
.
.
.
.
f o r e v e r.
(safe)
this
this won't be
this won't be
(the end)
the sun always shines right after it's darkest and i
i believe
i believe we will spin this yarn into something more
and
we will
c . r . e . a . t . e
 
C 2012 Moriah Harrod
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