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Archive for May, 2015

Lonely float got in the way
You are the feel, and knew it anyway
Take a chance, it wasn’t what you know
Take my hand, and don’t let go

You can do it,
Don’t break
Yeah, you’ll pull through it,
You’re safe
Yes, you can do it
Don’t break
Yeah, you’ll pull through it,
You’re safe

Tell her on how you feel,
Give her every say she needs to hear
Give your heart, and say come take it
And she will see you’re a good man

You can do it,
Don’t break
Yeah, you’ll pull through it,
You’re safe
Yes, you can do it

Don’t break
Yeah, you’ll pull through it,
You’re safe
Yes, you can do it,
Don’t break
Yeah, you’ll pull through it,
You’re safe

 

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The Forest

As you’re traveling through the forest alone the wind blows up to you. you welcome this company because you feel so alone, exposed in the elements. you’re looking for home, but you can’t find your way. The wind knows your name, knows your intentions and breezily, like the wind does, tries to convince you that you are not alone in this forest.

The wind is with you. This is fine for some time. You continue on.

As time passes you are convincing yourself that you are making progress, that each step is towards something of substance and not away. The wind, nimble and lithe follows you, maybe even goading you along at times until you realize that the wind isn’t with you so much as it’s just near you, you were really alone the whole time.

Each step you took a song, and each song a story and each story a tear drop each tear drop has a heart each heart has a wish. As you turn around to see how far you’ve come you see clearly that each step you took, you were alone and how you will remain alone, lost amongst the trees.

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The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them – words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it?

The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly…. only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.

That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear.

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There is still a part of my heart that beats for you, a tingle in my lips that longs for you, a movement in my hips that wishes you’d hold them.

I will still welcome you with warm smiles and embraces with my chest close against yours. You may still chuckle at my clumsiness and watch me as I move my hands through my hair when I speak. I will still want to bite on your bottom lip and knot my fingers in your hair, but I have come to learn that want and need are drastically different things, so my hands will remain by my side. You will catch me twiddling a finger through my hair and you may ignore that, but I don’t blame you.

For I am but a flower, a blossom blooming uncontrollably within this little physique that I cannot help but despise, and you are a newborn lamb, vulnerable and stumbling, not sure of himself and therefore never sure of me

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Strange Days

For a long time I did not think I would ever be ok without you.  I was afraid my heart would walk around in my shoes for the rest of my life. I was scared to touch another man for fear of bursting into a million pieces and losing myself completely. My heart burned for you for many years. I yearned for you to the point of insanity. I said and did things I would never have normally done, just to feel again. The bitterness wept from my pores and into the souls of those around me. It aged me faster than time itself…..  and then, suddenly, like lightning you are here….  Back in my life. Smiling and caring for me as if time, pain, circumstance and rejection had never happened.  I welcomed you back with open arms. I embraced the newness and the memories.  I was happy to taste the familiar salt of your skin on my tongue… drink your awkward guilt…devour your lust.. all in a matter of seconds. The bad moments covered over instantly as if they were never there.  Had never happened, and never been said.

Five years of suffering finally over. Faster than a blink we were lovers again!  I never thought I would feel whole, now here I am. Whole but terrified.  Will you do it again? Will you find fault with me again?  I am even more tainted and tarnished than the girl you left behind!  This woman of regret and anguish. I am not an innocent, I am still me, but five years more bitter… stronger and harder…. and five years wiser. 

To lose you, find you and then lose you again would be the end of this girlish heart of mine. Do I trust enough to try?

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A Story/Song

So this is how the story went

I met someone by accident

That blew me away, blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days

When you took my sorrow and you took my pain

And buried them away, you buried them away

And I wish I could lay down beside you

When the day is done

And wake up to your face under the morning sun

But like everything I’ve ever known

I’m sure you’ll go one day

So I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away

And I can’t spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I dropped you off at the train station

And put a kiss on top of your head

I watched you wave, watched you wave

Then I went on home to my skyscrapers

Neon lights and waiting papers

That I call home

I call it home

And I wish I could lay down beside you

When the day is done

And wake up to your face against the morning sun

But like everything I’ve ever known

I’m sure you’ll go one day

So I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away

And I can’t spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I woke up feeling heavy hearted

I’m going back to where I started

The morning rain, the morning rain

And you know I wish that you were here

But that same old road that brought me here

Is calling me home

And I wish I could lay down beside you

When the day is done

And wake up to your face against the morning sun

But like everything I’ve ever known

You’ll disappear someday

So I’ll spend my whole life hiding my heart away

And I can’t spend my whole life hiding my heart away'”

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If

If dreams could be trusted, and it indeed came to pass, I swear the word ‘regret’ would have no cause to rise to your lips. You would have no need to look back. I’d be all you want. I am shape shifter. I am chameleon. I’d map your body with mine. I’d fit perfectly into your hollows. I know this to be true. All you need is to let me show you. I desire nothing in return, Save to know for fact, instead of in dream, That your touch is firm, yet insistent. That your lust is generous, yet wild. And that your wandering soul could find peace in me.

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