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Monday, August 22, 2016
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Why is it only you?
Why you?
Even when I think of all the things I could have,
I think of you.
Why is it that it is only you?
Defying all that I know to be true.
I think of you.
Why is it that it is only you?
Defying all that I know to be true.
You stand higher than most,
but really you're just as lost as the rest.
Making my heart stop is really what you do best.
but really you're just as lost as the rest.
Making my heart stop is really what you do best.
I want you,
in my sheets, pulling my hair;
doing everything that makes me feel scared.
in my sheets, pulling my hair;
doing everything that makes me feel scared.
I need you,
to take me away into the night:
to wish together on stars that shine too bright.
to take me away into the night:
to wish together on stars that shine too bright.
I know me,
I want to reach for what cannot be mine.
Straying off paths with thin lines.
I want to reach for what cannot be mine.
Straying off paths with thin lines.
I wish I knew you.
You stand as if a god in a light too good to be true
but fall on the ground like a dog worn and abuse
You stand as if a god in a light too good to be true
but fall on the ground like a dog worn and abuse
Why is it only you?
A Thousand Days
A Thousand Days
For an eternity of false peace,
I had given the very essence of my life.
I cried and begged for the aching pain to cease
In my head I could only pray for the gentleness of a knife-
My soul remained intact but was shredded with every gust of wind.
Scared, broken, and abused, I clung to everyone like a lost kid.
I knew My love was not mine to give.
There was a point in where I realized it almost never existed.
For a thousand days I was angry,
I was angry- terrified of having nothing.
I cried and breathed for the need to feel something.
For a thousand days I prayed.
For a thousand more my heart would sway.
In those thousand days,
I had finally found that only the memory would stay.
For an eternity of false peace,
I had given the very essence of my life.
I cried and begged for the aching pain to cease
In my head I could only pray for the gentleness of a knife-
My soul remained intact but was shredded with every gust of wind.
Scared, broken, and abused, I clung to everyone like a lost kid.
I knew My love was not mine to give.
There was a point in where I realized it almost never existed.
For a thousand days I was angry,
I was angry- terrified of having nothing.
I cried and breathed for the need to feel something.
For a thousand days I prayed.
For a thousand more my heart would sway.
In those thousand days,
I had finally found that only the memory would stay.
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