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It was nice finally hearing your voice again The anticipation like staring down the barrel of a gun Only to hear it jam It is nice to know you are not some big bang So that I may finally lay my weapons down This shield was so heavy from the weight of your motion My legs grew tired from keeping me faced in your direction They spelled dizzy In dirt brown cursive The grooves I wore into the pavement The siren’s song singing so heavy Working the cotton Pulling it lose You are not some siren song Or a stampede when I put my ear to the ground You are breath and bone And break as easily as I do So let me learn to regret your whisper Teaching my tongue The taste of the secret Braille On your teeth Breaking my pattern like dancing With all 4 of our left feet The distance it takes your voice to travel Thins out the shape of your longing I know you I know you Like the nights where I thought I could hold you But then realized my arms Could never meet the circumference of your pedestal Until you taught me to hammer Dull chisel tip to your armor I’ve finally lain my weapons down After your voice misfired I love you You can see my scars Like a runway sash From the top of my shoulder Down to the opposite hip They say This Was Supposed to be Beautiful And let me tell you again That shield It was so heavy
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
This Was Supposed to be Beautiful
It was nice finally hearing your voice again The anticipation like staring down the barrel of a gun Only to hear it jam It is nice to know you are not some big bang So that I may finally lay my weapons down This shield was so heavy from the weight of your motion My legs grew tired from keeping me faced in your direction They spelled dizzy In dirt brown cursive The grooves I wore into the pavement The siren’s song singing so heavy Working the cotton Pulling it lose You are not some siren song Or a stampede when I put my ear to the ground You are breath and bone And break as easily as I do So let me learn to regret your whisper Teaching my tongue The taste of the secret Braille On your teeth Breaking my pattern like dancing With all 4 of our left feet The distance it takes your voice to travel Thins out the shape of your longing I know you I know you Like the nights where I thought I could hold you But then realized my arms Could never meet the circumference of your pedestal Until you taught me to hammer Dull chisel tip to your armor I’ve finally lain my weapons down After your voice misfired I love you You can see my scars Like a runway sash From the top of my shoulder Down to the opposite hip They say This Was Supposed to be Beautiful And let me tell you again That shield It was so heavy
jon-tobias
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 3:10 PM UTC
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