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he dreams in blackandwhite
because color has always hurt his heart
and maybe he envies the moon,
maybe he's jealous of the stars,
maybe he just wants to burn in his one-bedroom house
without the dramas of letting everything go.
his metaphors are flatandgray
because emotion has always soured his stomach
and maybe he envies Hemingway,
maybe he's jealous of Poe,
maybe he just needs to get lost for a while
away from this bleeding-heart world.
because color has always hurt his heart
and maybe he envies the moon,
maybe he's jealous of the stars,
maybe he just wants to burn in his one-bedroom house
without the dramas of letting everything go.
his metaphors are flatandgray
because emotion has always soured his stomach
and maybe he envies Hemingway,
maybe he's jealous of Poe,
maybe he just needs to get lost for a while
away from this bleeding-heart world.
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what do i want?
to sit on a curb
with you, not even caring
what we will do next.
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losing
this is not life.
trains, mechanical voices,
the questions my friends ask. this is not life.
every song reminds me of you,
sour honey sliding down my throat.
this is not life.
two weeks ago i was flying:
on your shoulders, unstoppable, screaming with
you down into the hallways of the future.
we didn't just seize the day --
we went for the jugular and strangled the world.
saturday sitting on the jetty
you told me one day we would be flying among the stars.
i leaned against you and stared up at the blackness.
i believed you.
on monday the story changed.
you assured me that i was just a way for you to repent,
to apologise for ev
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this.
you have shaded eyes quiet smile dark hair love ─
and I could do anything
if it wasn't for you.
collapse the borders on the edge of my vision;
everything's faded out to black shards.
It's cliché and stupid and it won't mean a thing to you, but I know
I won't be able to breathe when you leave tomorrow.
the shield whispering around my skin
was untouchable, I thought, perfect;
no one would be able to get in.
But you passed right through without even trying.
arou
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The Font: Heartbreaker.
The Muse: NO idea.
Also: The Fourth Theme from my new list. Dreams.
October 2010
The Font: Heartbreaker.
The Muse: NO idea.
Also: The Fourth Theme from my new list. Dreams.
October 2010
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the reason you influence me.