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 Aug 2013 TheBeautyOfYourWords
gf
the sun once kissed
every corner
and now the
ocean roars
stuck on a ride
that wont stop spinning
or turning on my toes
without spotting
going from
a full run
to a dead
stop
what if we took
a secret trip
some place far away,
the two of us.

who cares where we go?
i do not need
to get away from anything;
i just want
something

something with you that
both of us will remember;
something great --
that only we know about.
There is nothing quite like it,

A kiss
when just right,
can send stars
shooting from your body.
                     Shooting Stars.
As if every wish
made from your mind,
                              heart,
                      ­        & body,
      finds its truth.

It could last forever
        (sweet taste, delicate lips)
but of course,
it comes to an end,

Lips part ways
    with graceful satisfaction
And the stars,
    crawl back
    to where they came,

                 Awaiting their next grand escape.
A figure tall and grey
waltzes through the night.
The way is cold and dreary,
this one meets no light.
The trees stand firm around him
to fix his line of sight.
The road must lead to somewhere
and the man will find it right.

The path is long and gloomy
but never one to fear.
Many have walked upon it
yet seldom shed a tear.
The darkness hides no demons
and the air is thin and clear.
The man will never tire,
nor turn to check his rear.

The man knows where he comes from,
but not to where he goes;
and many trot behind him,
in neat and tidy rows.
Some of them companions,
others are his foes,
yet they keep on marching,
into that which no one knows.

None will stop to look around
or even begin to think
why they walk on soggy ground
nor why their journey's in my ink.
Her smile so fake and pathetic,
but no one cares enough to look through it.
Can't you see she's tearing herself apart?
Just trying to discover what her life is about?
Cause all they do is muddle her thoughts till she's empty and broken,
right back to the start.
Her eyes have been blinded from the acid that drips,
from every word that is spoken by their grinning red lips.
Hiding from the monster she made in her mind,
her reflection's nothing more than a beast in disguise.
There's no praying for the hopeless,
No wishing for the broken.
She's all alone in the dark asking her inner demon,
How to carry on, how to keep on going,
Cause he's the only one who stops and stays to listen.
Ms. Sorrow, Ms. Broken, Ms. All-Your-Words-Unspoken,
please keep fighting on.
In the end it'll all be gone.

But something doesn't quite make it across,
Through translation the words are lost.
They say, *Darling your sinking, Babe you're going down,
Honey you're drowning and it's something you can't doubt.
Just give up now, just stop the fight,
You're gonna lose, but that's alright.
I was thinking about making this into some kind of song, but I decided to put what I had so far on here...
What could be found in this note,
Mostly a goodbye?
When a tiring knee waved a flag
And your bones are tired.

Depression is poison
Superiors are just hard to abide.
Unappreciated by your blood like,
What more pain can you hide?

I am sick of the system,
Reaching the threshold of my faith
Waving hand drowned and dying
Smiles we fake.

When they don't see enough
No one understands and listen.
The good is buried ,deep
Soul is badly beaten

Ego is destroyed,
No one knows your value.
Until you're gone,
They all love you.
oh
but my heart
still feels
like it's c   r
                      u
                   m
                       bli
                            n
                               g
when I hear your
words in my head
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