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Tristan Claude Jun 2010
Winter sleeps in hearts,
As sighing souls slander through,
Waiting for the sun.
Tristan Claude Jun 2010
I think she's a diamond,
She thinks she's a stone, pebble in a wide open sea,

I think she's a diamond, I don't know if it's true,

Sharpest thing, she cut my heart in two,

I think she's a diamond,
And I don't know what to do.

They say diamonds are forever,
I sure hope that's true,

You could say i'm the sand,
Walk all over me,
I once looked nice too.

I think she's a diamond, hard to find,

Like a couple looking for the perfect ring, I can't keep this flawless  
diamond off my mind.

I think she's a diamond, I don't know if it's true,

Love is my distraction, and it's keeping me from you.

I think she's a diamond and I don't know what to do,

Her eyes tell so much,
Sapphire blue,
So sad, but true,

Magnetic attraction,
Brittle stones,
Pushed together and pulled appart.

I think she's a diamond

The diamond's hard to find,
Been though a lot,
Dinosaur ****,
Dirt that's hard leave behind.

She's not polished,
She's not flawless,
She's not perfect,

I think she's a diamond,
I know it's true.
Tristan Claude May 2010
Singing with slippery souls,
We aren’t here for the food, we aren’t here for the flashing lights,
We aren’t here for you,
Oh we are here for us,
So tell me so and bring us into the wild,
Bring us through, and through to the trees that are dieing,
Hit, hit hit and smack, with little whispers that make you think,
I begin to bleed,
And so don’t we all,
I’m not living for you,
I’m not living for us,
Step, front back front side side,
Slippery souls, and the places where we reside,
Drift of drifting fruit and song,
We aren’t here for the flashing lights,
We are here for us,
And you,
The quiet things we do,
Happening chairs in quiet rooms,
Sit with me,
And look and look, mirror,
And into my eyes,
Slippery souls and flashing lights,
Wild, we aren’t here for the food, we’re here for you and us.
Tristan Claude May 2010
The orange sun yet sets again,
As my drifting thoughts so simply flutter over you,
I can’t help but keep my mind close, and near,
As it seeps through the cracks looking,
For your simple smile, something that could so easily break hearts,
Oh and I see, as all these tiny trees grow inches in the time it takes me to say not even a word,
To you,
And I can’t help but collapse in on myself, like a black hole slowly caving in,
I could name a star, some galaxy, after you,
But then where would I be,
I’m only yet falling, looking for these simple lies that keep us apart,
I’ve got a noose around my every lim and I feel so torn apart,
It’s so much harder getting out, once you’ve already dived in,
And it’s like,
A scary gravity, so strong that I can’t swim up,
I can’t look you in the eyes, for all I see are hopes and dreams,
And my own light, diminished in the dark,
So yet again, I fall appart,
And seep through rough cracks, water breaking rocks apart,
I am but blood dripping down a bland colored wall,
Beloved, and so it seems, like I am of the same thing,
All these things that I blankly stare at, thinking thoughts I’d rather have nightmares about,
No more than move inches and strive for the sun, that falls away every night,
What is day,
When I’ve lost all hope in night?
Tristan Claude May 2010
So let me sleep,
Oh let me weep,
And see me cry,
So you can feel my heart,
And feel the quakes,
And the aftershocks,
My empty smiles, telling you my lies,
I will keep my ground, but a standing wall,
So wish I will,
As if I were a sea,
And I could seep into your eyes,
In a raft, sail through your veins,
If I could make your heart, beat faster, with words of my own,
And creek a dreary sound, still making you smile,
Through thoughts and but drifting heart beats,
I can’t sleep at night,
For I’m exhausted by my heart,
That doesn’t let me be,
For you but barely let me run,
After your fleeting gaze, which seems to drop,
When mine begins to rise,
A vase, still empty,
Only wishing to hold you, my flower,
And wishing, only to,
Compliment your beauty,
So velvet,
In this dim moonlight.
Tristan Claude May 2010
They say it's forever,
When you say, I do,
A tradition so different, and yet always the same,
Dress yourself up, in things you'll never wear again,
Give away free dinner to all your friends ,
and your family's friends too,
Make a promise,
That nowadays, not many seem to keep,
'till death do us part,
How cheap...
'till death do us part!
What happened to happily ever after?
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