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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 9:11 pm
the pain builds inside insisting on release can't find my voice to scream my tears have long left me I've nowhere to run no one to reach to for solace its edge the only visible friend offering the release I desperately need I close my eyes and trace the path on my skin the pressure triumphantly precedes the escape of crimson and relief and I'm left in this dark void without...
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 2:04 pm
I want to sleep, exhausted so that I don't think of you I want to sleep profoundly and not wake up crying, with the painful need to see you I want to sleep, exhausted and never wake up I want to sleep eternally because I'm in love but you don't understand me Sleeping, to live while dreaming Dreaming, dreaming while living until you return and welcome me into your arms I prefer to live dreaming I don't want to live... crying Until you understand I'm still in love
I should understand you'll never be mine I should once and for all erase you from my life but this stubborn heart won't forget you though I search for a new love every day because this stubborn heart is determined to beat only for you even if you ignore it
I was happy with you, my love happiness begins and ends with you I believed you constant as the moon who protects us from the dark I was happy with you, my love I was your faithful dog and you my guide until I woke from my madness and could understand ....... everything collapsed inside of me even my breath is bitter my body falls to pieces my unending tears flow for you everything collapsed inside of me a love of smoke and mirrors as dreams evaporate and tears never cease I was happy with you, my love, my life
If you see a flower, wilting on the ground it's my jealous heart, dying a sigh from a sparrow on a nearby tree is my soul begging for you to hear me that dove that flies above you is my life and my voice trying to tell you how much I love you that doleful guitar that cries while you sleep is my voice begging you to return that doleful guitar that cries while you sleep is my soul who wants you near again if someday the rain caresses your body it's not rain, my love, it's only my kisses if the sun warms your face as you walk down the street they're rays of love from my soul the wind which ruffles your hair in the afternoon it's not air, it's me wishing to live in your thoughts
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