Tori Bachue

Thinking off him
Longing for you
Crying over him
Losing myself in you
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It's never enough, it just keeps coming
And stormy waterfalls
don't bring any peace
As I listen to your rain
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Two different states of being
I moved to the plane of falsity long ago
But as I smile and joke
With each passing tragedy
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Mirrors, that little thing in the corner of my eye
Sneaking and begging to be named
Out loud but I refuse
As she would reject my truth
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Closing my eyes
A pine tree with a heavy dress
Seeing stars in daylight
And I fall every time your blues meet mine.
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The song of a burning room
A slow dance that finally makes sense
Watching myself walk away with you
The towers of light counting
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In a line of fools
Who never saw the light
Negate tradition
And you'll find me
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In coded exchange, it began
When I was mining the stars
I never expected one to fall
For the sake of my lustful little song
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Ignorant and unwilling as you are
You keep on ignoring me
Yet you're so near perfection
My heart skips a beat
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Oh, my sweet dream
My sweet, sweet rose
That which lays so dearly
There, right in front of me
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Two lovers, finding each other
Recognizing one another
The passion of a thousand flames
The power of a thousand bolts
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My life, my love, my heart, I'd give
To the blinding passion for which I live
That sweet rose with its damned thorns,
the pleasure within the sheer agony of this all -
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A steady gaze, into the far land
Brushing aside me, a crossing, walking alongside of me
A stirring inside me as you do
Leaves in the wind, dancing
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You jump in life, in a bliss
With me watching up at you
Locked down in chains of apathy and self-hatred
Kneeling down without a choice
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The wheel of the year
Turns and turns
The world kept moving
When I died.
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You never laugh
It seems
Not truly
Reserved in delight
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I see what is not there

Her, falling towards me
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I was about to run

But something made me turn
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These false signs are hard to resist

Like a bouquet of flowers
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What flows underneath
Drops of this could save a life
If you stayed – I’m here
Maybe you just didn’t look hard enough
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