Have you ever seen a golden sunset on a cloudy day?
Or had the wind express the things that you would like to say?
Can't count how many breaths wonders took away
Can't remember who exactly came up with your name
I've seen love before and I know what it is
It can't be found in subtle bliss, it's not in innocence
But rather inside you, a human grown with limits
We don't learn to have it, it comes with our existence
Shadows crawl along the walls forever chasing light
The earth spins to help it run and find a place to hide
The sun is never scared, it sets because it's shy
It'll come back up to shine, just give it some time
I'm afraid we'll never meet, let alone still talk
I would if I could but how could I if I, have a throat full of chalk
I never use my legs that much, I have no strength to walk
Even if I faced you, I doubt I'm what you thought
You can never harm the table with a little spilled milk
So why do you react so bad and hold that hidden guilt
Lovers kiss to spark sensations, words shoot to kill
Lost my reason to argue now, so I don't think I will
Let your mind open wide, be careful of your speech
Always question what you learn, but more of what they teach
No such thing as only one, look for something sweet
Hold onto the things you need, forget what you can't reach
If everybody cried at once and drown the world in tears
If Stephen King's mind came real and showed our eyes our fears
If all these things happened throughout the course of just one year
If I stood still, I need to know, would you still be right here?














Devious Comments
Comments
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Dreams enlighten our lives (or at least most of them do), thus, enjoy them while you have 'em.
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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You wish I had something cool to say.
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
yeah
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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Someday we'll look back on all this and plow into a parked car.
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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
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"It's curtains for you, Dr. Horrible. Lacy, gently wafting curtains. . ."
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