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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Sunday, April 3, 2011, 3:39 PM
Other times when i think I know I'm where I'm meant to be, turning stiles of a hundred different fake smiles flooding the corridor of insanity, I look down and see scuttling feet of thinning faith and absent esteem. What do you do when you're lonely? When the fake silicone eyes turn away from the shadow of your own refrain? You could buy your freedom when you're older, there'd still be no answer though spirits are bolder. Meld the key with the lock of your desiring heart and strain the insides of your vision to hold the doors apart, unchanging with the tides is the stone at the centre of all eternity, falling for the voice from your mouth that calls out to me. Nothing's for certain when it comes to her mind, chessboard turning with each move of the hand that left the pieces of the puzzle behind. It's not too late to hold your hand now, but it's too far away to shout out loud, when there's another beside you by your lips there to touch you to tell you he loves you and would never forsake you. But it's far too much to bear and I cannot love what I've lost in despair, maybe it's better for everything we did not say to lie by the broken pieces of yesterday and be covered by your silent smiles, even dust settles in after a little while. You should know the finger never pointed at you, so move the crossfire away from your consciousness and take your time to fall away from my arms. |
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