oh, if i could
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i'd run nails
through your shirts
and deep into the boards below you
I'd hold you down
and weep in your face
and pray
the salt was still worth something
you
ethereal
corporeal someplace where your spirit is sent elsewhere for love
through your shirts
and deep into the boards below you
I'd hold you down
and weep in your face
and pray
the salt was still worth something
you
ethereal
corporeal someplace where your spirit is sent elsewhere for love
It's all yellow.
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heart on your sash...
why the eyeshadow bleeds so purple in the shadows of an evening storm.
the rain may wash
the hands torn
and burned by a travel through the hair.
love is nobody's martyr.
the grace the rapture the glory the net,
oh so captured and sopping wet in this daily drizzled haze.
the salt is worth the devil's fear;
that epoxy bond so strong, so forthright,
that the night may bow and gaze upon itself-
its deepest respect the urn within which we slumber-
ashes to ashes flung upon this lidless wonder.
the flames are not remembered,
the passion full fledged and fleshed out amongst the leaves in the autumnal tide pool.
whither goest thou, young angel?
and whence doth the questions arise?
your answers were flung upon this lidless sky,
dust to dust your proven why.
take your tears of salt and hydrogen,
smear them away.
let them not darken your tailored silk, holding fashion in their sway.
it is neither the flag we wave nor is it the prose we read
i remember the nails,
i planted those seeds
and your love came back to me;
the net the glory the rapture the grace
all for one kiss
upon my face.
i weep at your feet.
it makes me feel... i don't know...
it worked.
<sad smile> it worked.
seta.
betta seta