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The wind dances with the leaves Usually this stills me Sun playing on my fallen shoulders I cannot feel His peace My heart an arrow Pointing to the truths I know But my body when he touches me Loses all capacity to slow I please him Hunger in his eyes appeased Warm kisses, a rush To him I cleave My God forgotten Conveniently pushed aside In this moment I live Afraid to get off this high And when it's all over An anchor is dragged through my soul It weeps it cries It screams to be whole Again and again I play the same tune The notes rise and fall I know this melody But I need the crescendo to stall So many tears, prayers, pain I try yet again to rebuild this wreck But the true test awaits me What will I do when he kisses my neck? 23 minutes till I see him once again I want to run back to my home Climb into my bed and cry Cry for my virtue gone Cry for what he took from me Cry for what I gave And cry for what I took from him And dry my eyes on rain We stole my husband's memory We played with fire hot And yes I burnt myself completely But he is cool, unhurt I ripped out my everything And lay it on a tray I hate what I've become I gave myself away.
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Playing with fire
The wind dances with the leaves Usually this stills me Sun playing on my fallen shoulders I cannot feel His peace My heart an arrow Pointing to the truths I know But my body when he touches me Loses all capacity to slow I please him Hunger in his eyes appeased Warm kisses, a rush To him I cleave My God forgotten Conveniently pushed aside In this moment I live Afraid to get off this high And when it's all over An anchor is dragged through my soul It weeps it cries It screams to be whole Again and again I play the same tune The notes rise and fall I know this melody But I need the crescendo to stall So many tears, prayers, pain I try yet again to rebuild this wreck But the true test awaits me What will I do when he kisses my neck? 23 minutes till I see him once again I want to run back to my home Climb into my bed and cry Cry for my virtue gone Cry for what he took from me Cry for what I gave And cry for what I took from him And dry my eyes on rain We stole my husband's memory We played with fire hot And yes I burnt myself completely But he is cool, unhurt I ripped out my everything And lay it on a tray I hate what I've become I gave myself away.
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marilyn-woods
Ukrainian
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
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