Dynamite
If you are patient and you do it slowly, you can saw through dynamite. Do it. The head dress covering those messy eyes will keep your vision obscured and keep the world from seeing the landed blows of life on your mascara. Tighten the corset, pluck your lips, and slap those cheeks to a blush. All of your lessons will come into the play when the lights come up.
And by lights I mean the sun. And by come up I mean every dawn. If all the world’s a stage, let’s write and hide back amongst the flats and wardrobe while the play goes on without us. The world doesn’t want to remember us so don’t force it.
Say what you want about crying, it’s great for watering plants. You are a part of the forest and you have no choice. You are leaves reaching up towards other leaves in storms or sunshine, at night or in the day. You are a constant but your life is not. That is the paradox of where we are. All of our roots entangle, turning us into one giant organism.
You are an orchard with no Adam. Be my New Year’s Eve.
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And by lights I mean the sun. And by come up I mean every dawn. If all the world’s a stage, let’s write and hide back amongst the flats and wardrobe while the play goes on without us. The world doesn’t want to remember us so don’t force it.
Say what you want about crying, it’s great for watering plants. You are a part of the forest and you have no choice. You are leaves reaching up towards other leaves in storms or sunshine, at night or in the day. You are a constant but your life is not. That is the paradox of where we are. All of our roots entangle, turning us into one giant organism.
You are an orchard with no Adam. Be my New Year’s Eve.
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