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It's just a drink Batting eyelashes Stuck in the headlights of your bullheaded vehicle I should expect road **** but my legs stand trembling The rev of your engine Your cigarette smoke threatening me with its twisted claws Your words are as empty as the fog That creates our love That should've been aborted when you first held me in your arms It's too short for all of this I watched you lag your dusty luggage across desolate lands Zion seemed as close as your face the night we decided to look at each other for the very first time Zion my river My albatross Yes I walked atop your river And found your empty bottles floating around my ankles instead Ill trade you my legs if Helps you stand As proud as the podium I know Exists for you And my god I love you Please believe me again If the sky looks too scary I know honey brown eyes Glazed hams that remind me of dinners And talk that was as fake as the branches on our immortal Christmas tree limbs The three sharp spokes in my fork seem better fitting for veins and empty palms Then this plate floating on a table of balled up fists and brittle finger nails Find your rooftop and yell my name Ill extend my fingers like vines Crawl down me Lay me on the floor Our shallow breathing will find its way through our lungs again Don't apologize my darling My purpose Zion is this sidewalk we're sprawled across the day I thought you found salvation in the sidewalks menacing cracks This blood never did me any good until I felt your chest beat life into me I tell you I said ****** I tell you I cried We don't have to speak any more We'll rock to the sway of the mellow breeze and find our balance when our eyes find one another's I tell you I cried My body never had a better purpose
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
Vicious cycle
It's just a drink Batting eyelashes Stuck in the headlights of your bullheaded vehicle I should expect road **** but my legs stand trembling The rev of your engine Your cigarette smoke threatening me with its twisted claws Your words are as empty as the fog That creates our love That should've been aborted when you first held me in your arms It's too short for all of this I watched you lag your dusty luggage across desolate lands Zion seemed as close as your face the night we decided to look at each other for the very first time Zion my river My albatross Yes I walked atop your river And found your empty bottles floating around my ankles instead Ill trade you my legs if Helps you stand As proud as the podium I know Exists for you And my god I love you Please believe me again If the sky looks too scary I know honey brown eyes Glazed hams that remind me of dinners And talk that was as fake as the branches on our immortal Christmas tree limbs The three sharp spokes in my fork seem better fitting for veins and empty palms Then this plate floating on a table of balled up fists and brittle finger nails Find your rooftop and yell my name Ill extend my fingers like vines Crawl down me Lay me on the floor Our shallow breathing will find its way through our lungs again Don't apologize my darling My purpose Zion is this sidewalk we're sprawled across the day I thought you found salvation in the sidewalks menacing cracks This blood never did me any good until I felt your chest beat life into me I tell you I said ****** I tell you I cried We don't have to speak any more We'll rock to the sway of the mellow breeze and find our balance when our eyes find one another's I tell you I cried My body never had a better purpose
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sinandpoems
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
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