From place to place,
without a sound, I feel you here, I feel you now. And now your song, resonates in me, won't let me go, mama let me be. And the stars' always shinin' tellin me they're the way, but your actions they speak louder I can't hear what you say. Maybe the answer, is that I'll never know. Which way I choose, is the right way to go. There will always be more to learn, there will always be more truth to find. In my search of truth, I lost my heart inside my mind.
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Sharp pang,
spreads from within my chest. The fear of alienation, the fear of the forbidden, the fear of the truth. Chemical combination. It's strength pulling me in. Senses all around me, tensing from within. Warmth engulfs, my body though at ease. Confused which to listen to, the mind or a heart that tease'. To let go is to let in, to let in is to let go, one before the other, that of which no one knows. Sharp pang, spreads from within my chest. The fear of alienation, the fear of the forbidden, the fear of the truth. His voice delicious with depth,
calls my name over an over. It rings even now in my room, the tug of clothing yearning to be off. Let's revert back to the beginning, when we were clean of cover. Waves of pain ripple 'cross the face of mine, As does the thought that this is just, another scene to you. Potent eyes
They finalize Once I realized I was mesmerized Though they ostracized What was actualized The were truly lies Should have realized. Living in color,
momentary absence of grey-scale. Everything is illuminated, everything, for now. "Pick your favorite star", you say, mesmerized by you, I am, on the cold beach, we lay, on the cold beach, for now. Distance a virgin pain, attachment, just as well. A suppressed deja vu, False innocence, for now. The taste of gratitude,
drove her towards you, satisfied sweet tooth. Adrenaline rushed through, the feel of something new, the feeling of feeling you. She thought she knew, she thought she knew. 'Twas just a ruse, 'twas nothing new. Up high I lie
Can't lie I'm so high I lie oh I lie I'm not high Always high Up high here I lie Lie high You're why. |
Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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