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You call me the one while holding a mirror The cracks you see will always be mine Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave, never gave it much thought All will be bygones soon enough Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens With wine it turns to liquid Quicksilver love Creatures in winter fog And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back To the right music my heart will break into a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark Oh, put me back together, you, with golden poetry and call me art Give me your story of choice And did you know? When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain The beauty of it all, the beauty of you, of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams Still My inner life is but a daydream Oh, words, please fail me My smile, please betray me I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions The wall is too high The wall is too thick And honesty would break our hearts
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
Rose gold daydream
You call me the one while holding a mirror The cracks you see will always be mine Smile or frown, not but a shallow grave, never gave it much thought All will be bygones soon enough Yet at night, or at dawn, my heart softens With wine it turns to liquid Quicksilver love Creatures in winter fog And I yearn for the light touch of fingers against velvet, the curve of my back To the right music my heart will break into a thousand pieces of delicate porcelain Division bell in a lighthouse at the west coast in Denmark Oh, put me back together, you, with golden poetry and call me art Give me your story of choice And did you know? When the sun hits the snow and makes it sparkle like your warm, ice blue eyes I want to cry Tears of unfathomable, unreasonable pain The beauty of it all, the beauty of you, of fireflies whirling trough cities, lost in dreams Still My inner life is but a daydream Oh, words, please fail me My smile, please betray me I cannot live up to this oasis of emotions The wall is too high The wall is too thick And honesty would break our hearts
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Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:23 PM UTC
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