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Runaway
i have the rytthm of passion flowing out of my pores,
my body wants the silky lining of your lips
and my eyes want to see you tired and asleep in my arms--
because i think i love you.
I love the way you look so peaceful when you go to sleep like a little baby.
lately it seems like i have climbed rickety ladders
Just to feel that kiss.
I get so terrified each time I take a step on broken wooden rails.
If I fall, I have to get back up again. Every moment, I'm farther than before.
I try, I know I don't deserve to feel alive. I know it is someone elses turn to have you
and to love you, and to love how peaceful you look when you fall asleep. But I try.
I try knowing that it is all I can do.
I gather my memories, tie them up in a worn out bandana and join it with a stick.
I carry these things with me. They are all I have.
Some survive on their addictions until they die.
They crawl into secluded corners and shove needles into their boundless souls.
If only it were easy for me to take a drug and forget.
I would forget the pain of climbing--My limbs get sore from the thankless task.
I must be humble for someone like you--
Someone whose silky lined lips taste like feeling immortal.
Someone whose soul makes me explode.
i have the rytthm of passion flowing out of my pores,
my body wants the silky lining of your lips
and my eyes want to see you tired and asleep in my arms--
because i think i love you.
I love the way you look so peaceful when you go to sleep like a little baby.
lately it seems like i have climbed rickety ladders
Just to feel that kiss.
I get so terrified each time I take a step on broken wooden rails.
If I fall, I have to get back up again. Every moment, I'm farther than before.
I try, I know I don't deserve to feel alive. I know it is someone elses turn to have you
and to love you, and to love how peaceful you look when you fall asleep. But I try.
I try knowing that it is all I can do.
I gather my memories, tie them up in a worn out bandana and join it with a stick.
I carry these things with me. They are all I have.
Some survive on their addictions until they die.
They crawl into secluded corners and shove needles into their boundless souls.
If only it were easy for me to take a drug and forget.
I would forget the pain of climbing--My limbs get sore from the thankless task.
I must be humble for someone like you--
Someone whose silky lined lips taste like feeling immortal.
Someone whose soul makes me explode.