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Touching the Core
Is romance worth it?
Circling down you lovers vortex to touch the core?
His histories of ineffectual relationships, will you be just one more?
Gliding over blue future days, never wanting to acknowledge the shifting landscape below.
Whispering gales of criticism blow through your wings
Through the blue, I see cracks.
Every month a new one falls toward the floor...
I hear nails being hammered into old wooden doors, behind, little girls yearn to come out and play...
In reflected mirrors, I see them fall into the awaiting smile...
With lips that aren't mine, words are whispered that flow like honey to the ear...
Sentimental songs play, their words pull tears onto pallets of cracked grey hues...
I search a now frozen heart to find the entrance to the place of your love...
Backwards I fall...
Like a rare butterfly, each little pin seals a fate youth cannot save.
With every breath, heartbeat, step, I try to link my hand into yours...
I'm lonely, I'm cold, the pain cuts through the dark...
Making jagged tears where bitter, black blood floods over my dusty heart...
To tired to be angry, just another slamming door to shiver behind, once excited by inner joys...
I'm left to pick up the toys...
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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