I Am Myself As One Says I Am,
I am myself as one says I am,
Suggesting my home of a soul stay the way
I have been all morning sitting sitting sitting boring
-s’s.
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-s's.
de Dreamland (a soft war)
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
I studied you in busy parks
I studied all your seasons
I loved you even in the dark,
I loved you for no reason
I give you something you can't hold
I give you my dear mind
and even if you never know, I'll love you for all time.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
Good to me
I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
Air Row
Arrow for precision
strike once into a fool so blue
wind chimes break all the silence left in you
you're dangling now, barely even breathing now,
no life left to fight for, but you notice the clouds
start to shine, and angels single you out
air rushing inside you, wind, cold and white
Is it a dream, or might I finally know now?
now I just might.
it's not just that, it's about the hurt there'll be more bad coming soon in this world don't sympathize just synchronize all your chronicle wishes come alive tonight
-s's.
it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming
I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack
and I’ve bought myself down into mystery
Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over
Bringing them in
—again and again
but it’s nothing like what’s coming
nothing is like this cruel ending
-s’s.
until the day
this day Summer resurrected from her grave Once again the wind sends the birds that dissolve into dust Sending thoughts northward This is the coldest tear you’ll ever shed Sparks rip your wells to puddles Stars fall on the floor When it starts happening You realize you don’t like it anymore
you have chosen the path that I don’t understand
The path that I don’t understand
is the path held onto like crutches, you use when you wander through your world
adjust yourself successfully and call your new friends
Maybe it’s all an ego acid trip for me that I dreamt up, an ice cold witch brew breathed into
I always imagine up everything beloved
whatever trace you want to leave behind is made up from the little things you do
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