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While You Are MineHe said:
"I'm giving up, I'm dying alone;
heart on my sleeve, arm cut to the bone.
Reach out your hand and get pushed away.
Life is lonely so why should I stay?
Life is lonely, you're right about that.
We love 'til we can't and can't go back.
We flicker, then shine, then disappear.
Only you and I'll know we were here.
So let's sing 'Lay Me Down'
and admit we need this now.
There's exactly enough time
left in the sands while you are mine."
"There's a sadness that bubbles below.
It's calling out to swallow me whole.
Take my hand and I'll drag you back down;
away from the light, under the ground."
"That's a darkness that you have to fight.
It won't be easy, but it's what's right.
You don't need my hands, but here they are.
Take what you need to cover your scars.
Then I'll sing 'Lay Me Down'
because I know you need this now.
Maybe it's not the right time,
but I want you so I'll make you mine."
"I don't love you like I did before.
I tried to fake it, b
MapsThis fool that keeps beating desperately needs to stop
sending my feet wandering down paths I shouldn't walk
towards figures in the distance seen as perfect silhouettes
who always seem to vanish more the closer that they get
I know I'd hold my breath forever if she would only ask.
I'd hide nitrogen safe in my lungs until my face turns black.
Maybe now it's finally time to set my backup plan in motion:
I've been hiding maps in bottles, time to cast them in the ocean.
Like a net spread wide to capture fish as they swim by,
I'll wade into the waters of an extroverted life.
No more nights spent dreaming of a girl I know by name
who doesn't know, or doesn't care, and doesn't feel the same
As I cling tightly to the raft on which I am adrift,
I count my stars and sing these bars and call each breath a gift.
I know this life is fleeting, full valleys and of crests -
never one without the other. Knowing that I know how best
to save me.
These metaphors and similes I lov
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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