silent walk
Kwyjibo
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A snowflake landed in your hair,
it never melted, its still there.
and frost on grass beneath our feet
the soles can't melt it and neither can we
the stars, they shone a perfect light
but I couldnt look away from your eyes
we walked for hours trying to find
what our voices failed to describe
and then you left, without a word
and I never got to know for sure
the pain you brought, I'll drink away.
with every drink I'll make you stay
I'll fight and kick and scream and claw
just for one more silent walk
it never melted, its still there.
and frost on grass beneath our feet
the soles can't melt it and neither can we
the stars, they shone a perfect light
but I couldnt look away from your eyes
we walked for hours trying to find
what our voices failed to describe
and then you left, without a word
and I never got to know for sure
the pain you brought, I'll drink away.
with every drink I'll make you stay
I'll fight and kick and scream and claw
just for one more silent walk
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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all of it
liked specially
the stars the shone a perfect light
but I couldnt look away from your eyes
nice rhythms
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I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
It's the coldness. Foreshadowing of the pain.
I'm lost for words... for once...
That's really beautiful...
she lets go
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.