Friday, October 11, 2013

True believer










 Are we one? 
On this stir 
While we gaze 
Our way 
You lock hypnotized 
Why you lie 
Night so long








Speak into arms 
Hey steal stream 
Once the heat 
I feel on my arm 
,...asleep in our clothes 
I feel like something altered 








Won't you say up through who you were 
Can't you be my real thing 
Shotgun, that doesn't feel 
Keep your feet off your dream 










With this love 
Why do we set'em 
But I won't run 
Splint an end 
Smallest eyes 
Broken flyers 
With our eyes 
Tangled cheeks 
Tangled hair 
I thought you'd be you 
Hear the names 
Trying it 
Feels the same 
Something mature







Won't you say up through who you were 
Can't you be my real thing 
Shotgun, that doesn't feel 
Keep your feet off your dream 

Widowspeak

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