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Originally Posted by isaac
"nowhere home"
she is paranoid
changing clocks by the hour
rummaging her eyes
for tears lost at sea
she begs the ground
to unencumber her raven hair
petrified of the past
and it's walls
all she chooses to see
are clouds of retribution
thick as ice on her
fingertips
all she really believes
is that her blood is made of glory
lost against herself
and time
though we are rust
and maybe dead stars
though we are bones
and disheveled dreams
i will still say,
"i promise i'll wait for you,
my broken stone."
midnight roads
accompany her ashen face
painting her heart
a crimson moon
she tears herself
grieving empty promises
a lotus buried in petals of silk
though we are rust
and we may be dead stars
though we are bones
and disheveled dreams
i will still say,
"i promise i'll wait for you,
my broken stone."
and i know this dawn will find you
lost again in fleeting memories
i'll bend my will to shake these
ties that have bound
you and i
because
though we are rust
and we may be dead stars
and though we are bones
disheveled dreams
i will still say,
"i promise i'll wait for you,
my broken stone.
i'll wait.
i'll wait."
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I think this is beautiful, Isaac. [img]smileys/smiley1.gif[/img]