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Nothing feels right when one realizes it's been to long my hands misplace thought and these sheets remain empty These organs fall apart without her underground love Our late night crossing of eyes, of legs, of lips Evening's cut short by my idiocy to choose a vision over her sight I held back from those gifts for far to long unwilling to share my war with her beautiful landscape Drifting in and out of the world for far to long now I've been listening in on late night orchestra's The integral sounds accompanying the few stars I can see before my coming sunrise A weak acquaintance, unable to open the sky with its melody It barely does the job and I am left with clouded blue across my front Here, theirs no telling how high I must go to capture my favorite sight, the beauty these cities destroy with their fear of everyone elses dark How I wish they'd all stop believing what they hear for one evening Maybe then I could reach that moment in her bed again Two hands painting one masterpiece crossing lines We kept closer than I let anyone be Sharing what not even my elders know I held another's memories I held love and pain All forgotten now, I know I am more than prepared for the next act.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
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Nothing feels right when one realizes it's been to long my hands misplace thought and these sheets remain empty These organs fall apart without her underground love Our late night crossing of eyes, of legs, of lips Evening's cut short by my idiocy to choose a vision over her sight I held back from those gifts for far to long unwilling to share my war with her beautiful landscape Drifting in and out of the world for far to long now I've been listening in on late night orchestra's The integral sounds accompanying the few stars I can see before my coming sunrise A weak acquaintance, unable to open the sky with its melody It barely does the job and I am left with clouded blue across my front Here, theirs no telling how high I must go to capture my favorite sight, the beauty these cities destroy with their fear of everyone elses dark How I wish they'd all stop believing what they hear for one evening Maybe then I could reach that moment in her bed again Two hands painting one masterpiece crossing lines We kept closer than I let anyone be Sharing what not even my elders know I held another's memories I held love and pain All forgotten now, I know I am more than prepared for the next act.
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gregory-l
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
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