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You with the sad eyes, isn't that a song? It flitted fast across your face, the pain you hide from everyone and especially from me. Guarding me from it shielding me, you stand in front of me, block my vision it is too terrible, won't let me see the damage. Uncover my eyes please - let me look. Does it hurt when I press here? Right here, over your heart? You're only going to stare on straight ahead, No, Please, I'm quite alright. And walk on by, quickly now, flash a smile, then hold her tight Maybe she won't ask questions. But she wants to. Running, run after you and I'll probably trip over my own feet trying to keep up with you because you move so quick, snap your fingers and everything changes. Caught you. Reaching out to grab your hand to make you turn and face me, grasp your face with both my hands Look at me. Angry eyes now, so cold, fire would be better, I touched you once and you pulled away, now I'm petrified in place. Pure hot anger is better, you feel something that way like love maybe, you feel love and you feel alive. Cold anger, frozen anger is the worst kind, the kind you can't talk about, the kind you can't feel, nothing can touch you nothing can make you warm. Let me touch you, touch you again I'm warm from trying so **** hard. I could make you feel okay again, good again, wonderful maybe, if you would let me? No, Stop, Stop trying to do that Words like ice and I'm stuck in this spot I can't even dodge the frozen shards, sinking into, tearing my skin, my eyes freeze wide open, as the tears turn to icy trails on my cheeks. Don't touch her, don't go too close with the ice cold fury because you might freeze her but you've done it anyways when you wouldn't tell her, when you turned away so touch her, touch me. In the midst of this frigid cold comes your breath, warm on my cheeks. Whisper, whisper. With the sweetest tongue, the softest mouth and you love me. Again and again you love me. I love you. I love you. The tune fits so flawlessly, slips from your tongue to mine and back again, again please? Kiss me, harder longer, slower every time, show me please, how you love me, need me. Sing to me, play for me, sing the song of how you love me. I'll beg if I have to, please God please. What do they call it? Love, I mean. A rollercoaster well that is much too slow the incline not steep enough the falls not hard enough but I suppose it will do for a metaphor. You don't like heights but if you hold my hand, maybe we could stay up here a while? No chance we drop and hit the ground then we're tossed back up skywards, flailing for one another for a hand for a heartbeat. With a roller coaster at least you know, you're never going to hit the ground. Please wait until the train has come to a complete stop before exiting the ride but I don't want to leave don't want to let go I can't, I won't Promise, okay? Because I would rather hit the ground in your arms on this ride than be anywhere else I'm safest with you. I guess it's not so much like a roller coaster after all but I like what I've written there so I'm letting you read it. I never wanted to make anyone smile, as much as I want to make you. Your smile, sometimes rare, occasionally common is the most wonderful thing I can think of. So smile please? Laugh for me, when you're not happy I hurt, I want to curl my body so tight around yours, wrap you up inside of me until you stop hurting, and then I'll feel alright again. I'll **** it out through your nose, through your mouth, take the sadness right out of your lungs, see how I made that sound poetic, when it's only an inside joke? Smile please? There you go. It's not so hard, is it? Just do what I do, follow me. Your smile is so enchanting infectious perfect. How could I not smile when you are happy? Because all I ever want, all that I need, is for you to smile. And not a fake smile, not so forced - try again, a real, genuine smile because you are happy to be alive, to be with me, to be the most wonderful person in my life, to be the only one that can make me smile, really smile. And I see that smile, surfacing from behind that glare that is 'just your face' (it's not your face) and when it happens, when it splits open, and you look so happy (that is your face) I smile and I want to be close to you, closer. Let me touch you, run my fingers over your face, and through your hair and down your body let me touch you, touch me? Touch my face, with your fingers, with your lips, tell me how you cannot let me go because you need me like I need you, I can't stay away from you, can't keep my hands off of you, sink my fingers hard into the soft skin of your back because I won't let you leave, I could not live if you left. If you let go of me I will never make it, not alone, not without you, you cannot let go. Hold me, close to you next to your heart and never let me move from there, it is where I am happiest.
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
Smile
You with the sad eyes, isn't that a song? It flitted fast across your face, the pain you hide from everyone and especially from me. Guarding me from it shielding me, you stand in front of me, block my vision it is too terrible, won't let me see the damage. Uncover my eyes please - let me look. Does it hurt when I press here? Right here, over your heart? You're only going to stare on straight ahead, No, Please, I'm quite alright. And walk on by, quickly now, flash a smile, then hold her tight Maybe she won't ask questions. But she wants to. Running, run after you and I'll probably trip over my own feet trying to keep up with you because you move so quick, snap your fingers and everything changes. Caught you. Reaching out to grab your hand to make you turn and face me, grasp your face with both my hands Look at me. Angry eyes now, so cold, fire would be better, I touched you once and you pulled away, now I'm petrified in place. Pure hot anger is better, you feel something that way like love maybe, you feel love and you feel alive. Cold anger, frozen anger is the worst kind, the kind you can't talk about, the kind you can't feel, nothing can touch you nothing can make you warm. Let me touch you, touch you again I'm warm from trying so **** hard. I could make you feel okay again, good again, wonderful maybe, if you would let me? No, Stop, Stop trying to do that Words like ice and I'm stuck in this spot I can't even dodge the frozen shards, sinking into, tearing my skin, my eyes freeze wide open, as the tears turn to icy trails on my cheeks. Don't touch her, don't go too close with the ice cold fury because you might freeze her but you've done it anyways when you wouldn't tell her, when you turned away so touch her, touch me. In the midst of this frigid cold comes your breath, warm on my cheeks. Whisper, whisper. With the sweetest tongue, the softest mouth and you love me. Again and again you love me. I love you. I love you. The tune fits so flawlessly, slips from your tongue to mine and back again, again please? Kiss me, harder longer, slower every time, show me please, how you love me, need me. Sing to me, play for me, sing the song of how you love me. I'll beg if I have to, please God please. What do they call it? Love, I mean. A rollercoaster well that is much too slow the incline not steep enough the falls not hard enough but I suppose it will do for a metaphor. You don't like heights but if you hold my hand, maybe we could stay up here a while? No chance we drop and hit the ground then we're tossed back up skywards, flailing for one another for a hand for a heartbeat. With a roller coaster at least you know, you're never going to hit the ground. Please wait until the train has come to a complete stop before exiting the ride but I don't want to leave don't want to let go I can't, I won't Promise, okay? Because I would rather hit the ground in your arms on this ride than be anywhere else I'm safest with you. I guess it's not so much like a roller coaster after all but I like what I've written there so I'm letting you read it. I never wanted to make anyone smile, as much as I want to make you. Your smile, sometimes rare, occasionally common is the most wonderful thing I can think of. So smile please? Laugh for me, when you're not happy I hurt, I want to curl my body so tight around yours, wrap you up inside of me until you stop hurting, and then I'll feel alright again. I'll **** it out through your nose, through your mouth, take the sadness right out of your lungs, see how I made that sound poetic, when it's only an inside joke? Smile please? There you go. It's not so hard, is it? Just do what I do, follow me. Your smile is so enchanting infectious perfect. How could I not smile when you are happy? Because all I ever want, all that I need, is for you to smile. And not a fake smile, not so forced - try again, a real, genuine smile because you are happy to be alive, to be with me, to be the most wonderful person in my life, to be the only one that can make me smile, really smile. And I see that smile, surfacing from behind that glare that is 'just your face' (it's not your face) and when it happens, when it splits open, and you look so happy (that is your face) I smile and I want to be close to you, closer. Let me touch you, run my fingers over your face, and through your hair and down your body let me touch you, touch me? Touch my face, with your fingers, with your lips, tell me how you cannot let me go because you need me like I need you, I can't stay away from you, can't keep my hands off of you, sink my fingers hard into the soft skin of your back because I won't let you leave, I could not live if you left. If you let go of me I will never make it, not alone, not without you, you cannot let go. Hold me, close to you next to your heart and never let me move from there, it is where I am happiest.
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Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
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