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Kwyjibo
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the tiles are cold against my face
my last breath pushes heat along with grace
its fog makes a mark
and i trace a heart
its has to end somewhere
I'd better round it off
I can see all I've done
who I've hurt
and who I've loved
and in this second that seems so long
with my whole life in front of me
all that seems important
are the three days I had your heart
and as this fire in my soul regains
my fingers tense and my shoulders strain
I push myself up, dust is stuck to my face
my mouth is dried, by this slight metallic taste
but I know I must live,
there is nothing for me here
but I know I must live
because even though you'll never be mine
being in the same world as you
will do just fine
my last breath pushes heat along with grace
its fog makes a mark
and i trace a heart
its has to end somewhere
I'd better round it off
I can see all I've done
who I've hurt
and who I've loved
and in this second that seems so long
with my whole life in front of me
all that seems important
are the three days I had your heart
and as this fire in my soul regains
my fingers tense and my shoulders strain
I push myself up, dust is stuck to my face
my mouth is dried, by this slight metallic taste
but I know I must live,
there is nothing for me here
but I know I must live
because even though you'll never be mine
being in the same world as you
will do just fine
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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