if the stars leave you behind,
if the alphabet falls like rome,
if i forget to forget your birthday again,
if we ache in silence,
if i murmur lies to cradle my head,
say you will hurt.
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when i tell you i dream of angel bones,
when you told me about your heart,
when i stumble over my words and feet,
when you are deteriorating,
give me a hand to hold.
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i may become a briar patch,
i may shift into a butterfly,
i may burn to a daydream transparent;
remind me to breathe.
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i spark your skin in spiders,
or wake up and fleetingly believe you are there;
tell me you're listening.
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if i am no longer enough,
say you won't care, please say you won't
care.
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Listen close as the rain falls down to the ground
It's true, we are
we are destined to fail
*sigh* I think I needed to read this today. Thank you for posting.
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i found you
*project-improve
and besides.. it's a BEAUTIFUL poem!!!
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I'm an artist.../ and if you ask me---art is just a clever and (un)safe way of revealing truth (to listeners).
when you told me about your heart,
when i stumble over my words and feet,
when you are deteriorating,
give me a hand to hold.
I have an unhealty obsession with everything Angel-like. Angel bones are love, and that stanza swept my heart away.
remind me to breathe.
Because we all need someone to do that for us.
I lovelovelove you because you are amazing and wonderful and Ican'ttellyouenoughtimes Because you always make up more that makes you even more wonderful.
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Characteristically, she's perfectly interesting, stunning and beautiful -- Personally, I think you should hate her guts.
=writingclub
lyksrsly.
i spark your skin in spiders,
or wake up and fleetingly believe you are there;
tell me you're listening.
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Flickr
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
(but i wouldn't know, seeing as i've never been in love before.
but this, this has potential.)
when you told me about your heart,
when i stumble over my words and feet,
when you are deteriorating,
give me a hand to hold.
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one half of ~ZombiesAteUs
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