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Somehow you outshine the stars
that used to light the sky
(You took their place)
Because to me you still shine
from under eye lids when they close
your voice still whispers music
into sleep-spun melodies
even through broken dreams
so maybe...
I don't know how to dance...
but I like this song.
that used to light the sky
(You took their place)
Because to me you still shine
from under eye lids when they close
your voice still whispers music
into sleep-spun melodies
even through broken dreams
so maybe...
I don't know how to dance...
but I like this song.
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Never Away
My fingers running,
Down...down...down...
Nothing but pale skin,
To be found...(To...be...found...)
Hair...swept across the pillow and your face
Throat...bare...and I lean in to taste...
And it feels so real to me,
I swear, this cannot be a dream,
Because it doesn't fade with the day
But if this is a dream,
I never want to wake,
I never want anything to take you away...
Never away...
My fingers tracing,
Little circles around your mouth,
Teasing your tongue,
When you let it slip out...
Legs...caught together, tangled as one
Arms...holding on so strong, never to come undone...
And it feels so real to me,
I swear, this cannot
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Want
This is the time of night when I want you the most.
It's after you've gone to sleep,
and I'm sitting here alone again.
I want to not have to worry
about anyone other than you seeing my scars
when I get up in the middle of the night.
I want you grinning playfully at me,
as I sit on the counter, feet dangling off the edge.
I want you to pick me up,
wrap my legs around you
and carry me to our bed.
I want to be able to press my lips to yours,
or just lay my head on your bare chest.
We wouldn't need to talk, nothing more than whispered "I love you"s.
I wa
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these are the last things i'll say before i'm gone
If I had to give a name to what I'm feeling I would just call it disappearing. Because it's exactly like the way that you can know everything about someone one day and nothing the next. It's the quick death love has that leaves you wanting more – or wanting it back in the best and worst of ways.
If I had to explain I would say this feeling is something like standing outside of your door at four in the morning, even though I know I shouldn't be here, wearing the same wrinkled clothes I had on the day before, wanting nothing more than to beg to come home, but knowing better, because following the motions isn't really the best follow throu
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Haven't you heard?
I'm stuck on a verse,
I'm stuck on a boy.
Does the last stanza fit?
I'm stuck on a verse,
I'm stuck on a boy.
Does the last stanza fit?
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I really love your style..alot 