Call me unworthy
Call me improper
Call me! Call me!
Call me!
Yes, Call me bad!
Call me anything you wish
I will still be in love with him, Oh world!
Call me unworthy
Call me improper
Call me! Call me!
Call me!
Yes, Call me bad!
Call me anything you wish
I will still be in love with him, Oh world!
No time , no lover , no friend
in this town
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seal the lips of your wounds
in this town
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not everyone has room to raise their heads
so low has the sky fallen
in this town
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windows shattered , doors crumbling
today’s eyes hold the smoke of yesterday
in this town
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who knows what embers are being fanned to flame
in dwelling after dwelling
in this town
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I am haunted by a tender passion
the ghost of which will never die
the leaves of autumn have grown ashen
and spring time too in its own fashion
burns me with loves’s sweet song
I am haunted by a tender passion
the ghost of which will never die
Until I met you
I couldn’t imagine spending my life with just one person
and now
I can’t imagine spending one day of it without you
I think you are incredibly beautiful
with these lips that beg to be kissed
these eyes that are….
honestly I don’t know what they are
they just make me forget my own name
Half asleep
A brush of lips
A sweet half remembered kiss
The warmth of your skin
Flesh upon flesh
The memory of a silver moon
Sweet night caress
Awake. Alone
You are gone
Long gone, years gone by
Just a memory of a brush of lips
She clawed at her head as the anguish marched on.
Before she knew it the words became a riot and they circled, like swarming wasps
except the sting was relentless.
No matter how hard she tried she screamed,
the noise would not escape her head.
No matter how hard she cried,
the feelings would not drown.
Except she was.
Like the waves consume the shore
the feelings would consume her
until she didn’t know anything else
but the crashing of her head
and the slow erosion of all that she was.
Now the girl with the beautiful face lays calm
and still like the ocean floor
after a brutal storm.
The weight of perfection
suffocated her soft lips and delicate lungs
her contrived smile
was cracked by a short lifetime of exhaustion and strain.
She had a head as strong as the waves,
but her heart drowned
in the violence of it