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1,2,3. it could be that easy. i wonder where we’d be,
if we could only please thee. wasting away, like a thief,
on a working man’s salary. always a good ways from me,
like the golden city. wake up. this was not destiny.
you, them, and me on an island of gravity.
once i was lost in a dream, but it was only fleeting.
all of the heartache i met, it was all worth meeting.
i only have some regrets, and they are all worth keeping.
once, i was lost in a laugh, but i was really weeping.
send me a line from the poem you wrote.
i will stick the sword back in the stone.
once, i was strung out on love, but i did not hold it.
i could lie with the tongue of a dove, but i would not show it.
then, all of the wheels started to rust, like a three-lined poet.
i was a picture of dorian gray, but i did not know it.
save me from this wreck of myself.
leave me, still warm from the touch of your mouth.
if gave all i could give, would that still be giving?
i am lost in a life of my own, and that is hardly living.
when i come over to you, it will be a beginning like one
you have never seen, or could hope of ever seeing.
pick me a rose from your greenhouse to press.
i will twirl you in that summer dress.
how did this river get here, while i just was speaking?
was it the dam of your eyes? that thing is always leaking.
then, we touched both of our wrists, when they all stopped
bleeding. i could ask you one more time, but that would be pleading.
wake up. it looks like the morning has come.
now and then, everyone jumps the gun.
-garrett soucy ((tree by leaf))
if we could only please thee. wasting away, like a thief,
on a working man’s salary. always a good ways from me,
like the golden city. wake up. this was not destiny.
you, them, and me on an island of gravity.
once i was lost in a dream, but it was only fleeting.
all of the heartache i met, it was all worth meeting.
i only have some regrets, and they are all worth keeping.
once, i was lost in a laugh, but i was really weeping.
send me a line from the poem you wrote.
i will stick the sword back in the stone.
once, i was strung out on love, but i did not hold it.
i could lie with the tongue of a dove, but i would not show it.
then, all of the wheels started to rust, like a three-lined poet.
i was a picture of dorian gray, but i did not know it.
save me from this wreck of myself.
leave me, still warm from the touch of your mouth.
if gave all i could give, would that still be giving?
i am lost in a life of my own, and that is hardly living.
when i come over to you, it will be a beginning like one
you have never seen, or could hope of ever seeing.
pick me a rose from your greenhouse to press.
i will twirl you in that summer dress.
how did this river get here, while i just was speaking?
was it the dam of your eyes? that thing is always leaking.
then, we touched both of our wrists, when they all stopped
bleeding. i could ask you one more time, but that would be pleading.
wake up. it looks like the morning has come.
now and then, everyone jumps the gun.
-garrett soucy ((tree by leaf))