then there are paranoid thoughts: the sink into these things: sediments of remnants and past: and somehow my mind floats above and in an under current, i taste the deep currents under my hands: are you thinking about the same things i think about? if i told you again will you remember again? these things impose a question of worth into my head: a possibility of giving up, and it is hard to repeat these cycles and know that autres will repay with their own pains and outbursts. the last thing i'd need, a cup of hot tea, a cup of being by myself: but the only thing i'd need, is to be with me. something like this pours, outside of a rain dust, coats on my, your shoulders are soft: if i was your little girl, i wonder if things would be split in two: three times are enough to make something transform into a one: take it and slash it ad watch it burn, and now that you know this hurts, can you take care? while i comb my hair? have we been entirely here? can you lift from this place? can you lift from this material? what if i took a chance, left everyone for You, i left this whole wide bed and i let the sprinkles guide me to you, will you hear the bells too? i've heard bells once before, and i wonder if you too. will hear these with me. can i accept these issues, can you do too? where else can a hawk spare time? break its legs and things move quietly through my memo, i promised by twelve i'd sleep and lay close near you . . . near who? . . . near you . . . running checks, close to forecasting your death: and i'd like to see you, like to lick and hug you, and i'd like to be with you forever. where are the plates, sir? (sir, sir, sir, sir s,ri?) is this new? do we tongue? (tongue tongue tongue ) the flow, wretched it is, wrench and ******* a flow: reckless abandoned ship, make me question again, something that i'd do for a friend: can you take a hand and extend it, outwards into somewhere, else it has been made to sing. birds and feathers free from the art the curve of the architecure: can you tell me more about your thoughts? i tried to write out your thoughts and your hair and your eyes and your smile, yes i love your structure: saturn : you'll be at the end soon, not many years left, that perfect for us. you can settle down with me, choose to work it with me, accept all of me. maybe a rocketshoot can really pair well with god, do you see this too? two, and now a little more, somewhere the one was three, four of the many's things: yes you can try all night, to contemplate all with your might, are you catching on? you never tried to exclaim, the reasons your body's lame: in motion and movement: oil the joints and so, there you have, rolls upon pain, and tremendous spots of flames: half of you have disappeared - ; are you ready for me? sparkles of dance: are you ready for it? a roller coaster in your mind, your body flushing all the time, can you be ready for me? and if i was to touch you here, i'd like you grab me there: are you ready for me, can you be ready for this? are you prepared for it? a roller coaster in your mind, your body flushing all the time, can you be ready for me? can you be mine?
dizzy i am
push away so much
run away so far
but you make me want to run into your arms
can you help me face it
can you help me swim
please dont let go
ill face it with my own eyes just please dont let go