CraigeryScratched out hearts on almost white paper We are the orbitals almost colliding juxtaposed like counter-melodies playing in my headCraigery
Lord, and I thought you felt the same We fly like champagne corks projected and free butterflies (on the loose)
Someday we'll slow down and think Someday we'll remember what it was like when things were still in our hands when we were almost perfect for one another
And some days I wonder, if this is the way things are supposed to be.
On the InsideIt's on the inside Where it's untamed and free Flowing like the blood in my veinsOn the Inside
There's no hope for tomorrow
I am pent up And irrational
I wonder when the facade Will splinter and slither away Like some sort of melted flesh Melded to my face Like some indelible mask Excruciating.
I am withered and worn Wilted and faded
There's no hope for tomorrow
Safe on the inside Where there are no chains To reign me in I am utterly free, and unkempt I am out of control, and helpless By God's fu
Four a.m.You smile like we're sharing some private joke Holding you close, it's what I do best. Capturing you, in essence, in pureness Like sunlight cupped in my hand We are held, tangled In the bloody mess we've made for ourselves But somehow, it still feels right. I see you in London And I see you in New YorkFour a.m.
Counting this distance closed between us So close, I can taste your breath. So close, I want to feel uncomfortable But can't.
Somehow I'm aware of this magnetism We are the four a.m. lovers
Pretty GirlsSleek, shiny hair Slightly adrift in the wind Fine golden threads I want to reach out and touch it But I do not envy youPretty Girls
Nails, painted In patterns of stripes and flowers In familiar shades of red and gold Such skill, such craft But I do not envy you
Clothing all put in its proper place Carefully, cleverly picked out Familiar, and utterly similar All put in its proper place Until the lights are out And your inner demons are let out
Mindless girls All grouped in a gaggle Discussing the same three topics (Boys,
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“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.”
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Angel, my Angel...
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“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.”
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Angel, my Angel...
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“The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear.”
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We could change the world
we could strike the core.
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