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Look what tears had done to this piece of table cloth
The closest hint to my weariness revealed
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I lie here awake
Against your nakedness
Against your self-made principles
Against the world.
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Empty chairs and coffee cups,
Deserted rooms where your heart drops… and you fail.
Empty faces and serpent friends,
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Where you write all your thoughts
Where you dream alone
Where you hide your bliss or in your crying zone
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I MISS YOU.
I MISS HOW I WOULD BADLY NEED YOUR MESSAGES COZ SOMEHOW THEY WERE ALL I NEED TO COMPLETE MY DAY… TO SHOO MY BURDEN OFF.
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The tics and tacs of my watch stopped dead
The instant we rushed in
I’ve had awful days
Been standing still
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Even as I shut my senses tight, I can still feel your sultry stare
It’s glued.
On the ceiling,
On the back of my lids,
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He was once just a side dish
Now he’s this one, ultimate wish
For my birthday,
For Christmas,
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She’s a strong-hearted woman,
practiced... sophisticated,
liberated in her own constrained way.
What a price to pay
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Look what tears had done to this piece of table cloth
The closest hint to my weariness revealed
I am, and I remain… still,
The grandest of cowards,
The brightest of fools…
Blaming this moron heart for letting the head overrule.
All the loves I painfully took into account,
Might I still hear them in a song?
Haven’t heard of them for quite a long.
I’m a slave to my own fairytale,
A wimp holding my head up high.
I torment my bliss and always, as always,
I worship my cry.
Inside this miniature realm, I slept awake
To savor what this world vends for free.
A lucid picture of a lot better me.
This shallow world I dig in,
Why couldn’t I get near?
My thoughts I couldn’t think,
My own words I couldn’t speak,
My own voice I couldn’t hear!
Alone elsewhere I dreamt about a face that was blank,
The lifeless image of my entirety.
I suffer the insufferable and in a sense it was killing me.
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I put an end to this insignificant quest,
Spare my poor heart I intentionally dropped into abyss,
Live this life I try to call life,
And so I sail away…
With nothingness.
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