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When my sun is down But you're feeling up to something, I'd catch the closest train To take us to the world. A world away from here Or I'd build a fort in the living room Complete with a damsel in distress Only if it meant that Your fingertips Could save the words I Could not speak Or I'd float above the ceiling To a cloud by which holds the name of Ten Ten, Ten. Tender To the touch I am no great literary piece, but an atom in a world full of molecules. Attracted to the valence of allure Would you catch my dreams Somewhere in your arms? Be the ocean for my raindrops? Find me a picture To smile at In the cotton ball sky? Be the rustle in the trees and the stone that created a perfect skip? Be my glass of wine at the end of the day or the perfect blotch of paint that makes the picture whole? Because I find a beauty Somewhere in your stranger heart. I've imagined every life except the one I have. As you pass me by I'll never have to guess what Could have been. I already know.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Please Don't Go
When my sun is down But you're feeling up to something, I'd catch the closest train To take us to the world. A world away from here Or I'd build a fort in the living room Complete with a damsel in distress Only if it meant that Your fingertips Could save the words I Could not speak Or I'd float above the ceiling To a cloud by which holds the name of Ten Ten, Ten. Tender To the touch I am no great literary piece, but an atom in a world full of molecules. Attracted to the valence of allure Would you catch my dreams Somewhere in your arms? Be the ocean for my raindrops? Find me a picture To smile at In the cotton ball sky? Be the rustle in the trees and the stone that created a perfect skip? Be my glass of wine at the end of the day or the perfect blotch of paint that makes the picture whole? Because I find a beauty Somewhere in your stranger heart. I've imagined every life except the one I have. As you pass me by I'll never have to guess what Could have been. I already know.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
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