You could be...You could be perfect You could be lovely But you'll never know Oh you'll never knowYou could be...
You'll never be-what you should What you 'ought to be Something quite wonderful Something quite translucent
I know you-better than you ever will You'll never quite be - anything From place to place, you go- Like a vagrant in your skin
A kiss here-to shut up the tears Lovely angel-you've got some pretty wings Well no one else has Do they?
I love the way the light skips through them Casting shadows into a pool Almost as twisted
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We are the weak that perish daily Burned under branding irons by the oppressive Mortalized by mortal men Made to make due, due to their crimes
Yet we march onward in toil Ever in toil to the great unknown that fills this life For we cannot be broken or beaten We know subjugation, all our ancestors do
Look, look as we rise above it Treading where no one can ever touch us We are the bre
Love is not about fixingWhen I was with you I wasn’t trying to be complete And I was happy with you Happy to see you because Someone loved me For whom I was Even though I was a mess Even though I was broken You didn’t want to fix me You just wanted to love me You wanted to worry about me You smiled when I was around And I always thought it was Because you felt the same way It wasn’t about fixing It was about lovingLove is not about fixing
untitledShould we fine musicians? For their notes litter our ears The parts aggregating, pitch, rhythm, timber, texture Dissonances, low and high, single notes By the time we are old enough, we hum them Our waking thoughts are drawn to them The cacophony of sound A cornucopia of emotions and disturbances They exasperating, we exasperated. Copied in secret lithographs Always there in our heads---- just like lountitled
Keyholder..Lying in the sunwarmed grass, this couldn't be more perfect, the last of the afternoons golden rays kiss our skin and create a halo of light that plays off your blonde hair. You shine out, making the grasss look like a rainbow with all the colors it attracts. You roll over slightly so you can look at me. Though I know you've turned, I contiue to look down at the soft indent your slight body has made in the impressionable ground. The summer is young and anything is possible. This is our place that we've found. A niche in my world, a world that you've made your own with out my knowledge, and that we have now brought together. A slighKeyholder..
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Tattooed women are ladies too
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