May 29, 2009
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Wind-Up Heart
Playing with the clock she keeps in the box
I've waited to reach for
rusted gates
the handle on life is slipping like these summer nights
your voice intoxicates me
and a fast hand makes me wonder
this queen of hearts
shatters my hand
where's your dignity??
Never caring for your little font
squeezed together
indecipherable words seep into this device
your venom is so alluring
contaminate this existence
teach me to palpate your abstract obsession
I loathe you
my own personal hang up
I'd efface you If I knew how
2 cent smiles and 20 dollar kisses
your a doll
I wish you didn't blink so much
this view is awe inspiring
yet I'm livid and torn apart
waiting for the anticlimatic hero to die
In a scene that never ends
Walking away from this body
so warm yet elusive
why do you stray?
hopeless wanderer looking for a place to lay.
disgust and obsession
a girl equates a backseat a starry night and a lookout cliff with happiness
intangible doll
If I only tore the plastic away
If only you let me....
metal butterfly out of reach
Where's your pulse...?
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Sigh. This was beautiful.
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