Friday, September 25, 2009

Not up to my 'ex' calibur

Your fire smoldered, drawing the coolness of my smile. Wishing you into the best situations, driving myself an insane mile.

This pen pulls me out, hopefully closer to you. Covering this page, in all we knew

Mistakes and darklines, shake it off turn me on. Lackluster passion, spark it. One hit of me and your gone.

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Sliding chairs,

a gliding hall,

a masqurade,

a dead mans ball.

thought alone,

 brings life to fire,

a solumn note,

seperates the lyre’s.

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through golden rays of sunshine i amble, toward this beautiful thing/ A girl who’s image distance can’t touch, who’s smile lightens the rain/ graduate to move and touch, needing the air to see/ for as long as my lungs beat and shake, there’ll be none by me sides she.

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I took the time,

to make me say.

your the one,

that has to wait.

 

growing branches,

spread for life,

envelop me,

this love will die.

 

They say absense makes the heart grow fonder, I believe a shot to help me not wonder.

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