in the soft morning light
tracing your body with my finger
it's hard to imagine anything more
or less

then i open my eyes
and the clock fills the room
quiet sets a pace
cold across my skin
and the growing sense of an ending
before any kind of beginning
starts eating out my inside

and i know i'm in over my head

drowning slowly...

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i can't trust my hands anymore...

my sight

i am not blind
and
i am not a saint
sinking through the darkness
i never complained
weighted at the ankles
thrown into the sea
watching the waves form
waiting for the beat


i have not bottomed
these rope-burns are strained
climbing through the darkness
i never complained
lungs yearning for freedom
find them a plea
hold onto the bombshell
waiting for the beat


fast-forward to a girl nobody knows
sitting still in a world that never slows

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what the fuck was i thinking?

she took my heart
i don't know where
as she's never told me
where she went
when we were gone
but the love
i held for her heart
smolders under seasons past
even still
and i can't look behind me
so i walk along
a different path
and i fear
for my beating heart
as it is falling
yet again
but where is there left to fall
when i've been on the ground for so long
losing
for so long.

wasting time

i'm about to explode
listening to you talk
i can't forget to hold back
can't forget to look down
i just want to...
hang out
staring
your green eyes
watching you before me
studying your neckline
waistline
wasting time

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all my efforts not to touch

high voltage

i've been getting used to your energy
seeing the spark in your eyes
your nervous babble

you force me out of my shell
and i've no idea why.

heart or hands?

i've no clue what to do with all that i have
my hands wish to betray my heart
to lay across you
traced by my lips
my eyes
lift you from your slumber

i see you, through you
met you a thousand times
and you're as different now as you were then
caught in the butterfly net
you wear as a veil

stronger than you know
shattered as you are
chasing the pack instead of your heart
but roads unwind
and blurs align

golden bricks lay buried
underneath the sand
though, you should know
i'm no wizard
you've your own ruby slippers
you just need to use them

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day
it starts
always too fast

too long, too long.