.

She gazed upon †he grea† expanse,
sof† sand hid small †oes on her fee†.
A deser† daisy gen†ly caressed her hands,
†he sunshine made her day comple†e.

She walked alone on this beautiful day.
This li††le angel had jus† †urned seven.
†o ga†her her momma a fresh bouque†,
for some reason has lef† her for Heaven.

Each flower was burdened with a clump of dir†,
I wi†nessed the swee†es† †hing †oday.
I had cried and wiped †ears on my shir†,
when my mind said †o jus† walk away.

"Daddy, can Jesus le† her come ou† †o play?
How do you answer a young girl of seven?
"Jus† like we did †he o†her day."
"We can, when we ge† †o Heaven."




.

you were, you could have been, something grea--
something grey.

the knight -- no, the night, so black and shining, oh the knight,
never even knew what was coming --

what was coming undone -- wait, what was coming --

coming underneath the hide -
underneath your tide.




whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't help you

couldn't tell you how to see --

oh the world couldn't tell you how to seem okay.

whisps and whirls, oh the world couldn't tell you
how not to seem so grey.

Spinning around his room,
walk to the mirror,
put on some red lipstick,
I feel great.

What's wrong with you?

What do you mean? I feel great!
Spinning around his room
without a care in the world.

Are you on drugs?

No silly, I just feel great!
Spinning around his room,
stumbling off balance.

What is wrong with you!?

I feel grea-
hands grab my wrist,
pull me from my spin,
light eyes turn dark
his stare in my eyes

What is wrong.

Next thing, I'm crying into my palms

it'll be alright,
and he holds me tight.

Hug me forever, don't let go.

I wont.

Hug me forever,
cause once you stop
I have to go.

And he lets go,
what does that mean?

I have to go,
I don't want to hurt to be happy,
I can't dance anymore,
this was our finale,
and this is the end of the show.

(NJ2015) (All Rights Reserved)

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Line after line.
The object is neither to remember or forget.
Good and evil are pretty easy to discern. People are full of **** all the ******* time. Sweet dreams, as opposed to sour or sorrowful or sad.
What does that matter?
Deep ends.
I’m sure you know by now. I am taking life’s processes so seriously. Should I? I need to work on my car. I am having a grea morning.