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go.
I must. theres so much these eyes have yet to see, but we forever, evey night we gaze at the same stars, and sing the same songs. no matter how far i go, it wont be far away. and though i cross oceans and traverse our skies, home will always be in my back pocket, ready to be pulled out like an old photo of a lost love, with a half hopefull sigh i stick it back for safe keeping. and i wisk myself away to find out how much my eyes can see, but don't worry, nothing ever takes a lifetime. But we are all a series of different intertwined lifetimes, intermingleing and dancing under the cool liquid drops of memories, falling like rain on our wet heads tilted back and tounges outstretched. you were the only one who ever tasted me, and i regret that all you got was a taste.
but this is calling me, much more loudly than your lungs can push, and i.... i.... reluctantly obey. How could anyone understand, except you, the one i never wanted to undertand me. I could say to you with a grin, "you vex me hopelessly" and you might say "i like it that way" and those words would smell sweet beacuse i never wanted to be rid of your spell. But when is wanting ever enough? and when can i ever feel safe? and how do i know when something is real?
I wouldnt change a thing you know, and i would stand in your iron maiden one more time, and you would slam it shut again, and it would still be worth it. but im here now, and im taking flight once more, leaving one more behind, i worry sometimes that i've become a plauge, ravaging my way through lives and destroying my chances to be remembered for anything good, but those ar just fears, because i really mean well and try my best..... i guess thats all i have.
I must. theres so much these eyes have yet to see, but we forever, evey night we gaze at the same stars, and sing the same songs. no matter how far i go, it wont be far away. and though i cross oceans and traverse our skies, home will always be in my back pocket, ready to be pulled out like an old photo of a lost love, with a half hopefull sigh i stick it back for safe keeping. and i wisk myself away to find out how much my eyes can see, but don't worry, nothing ever takes a lifetime. But we are all a series of different intertwined lifetimes, intermingleing and dancing under the cool liquid drops of memories, falling like rain on our wet heads tilted back and tounges outstretched. you were the only one who ever tasted me, and i regret that all you got was a taste.
but this is calling me, much more loudly than your lungs can push, and i.... i.... reluctantly obey. How could anyone understand, except you, the one i never wanted to undertand me. I could say to you with a grin, "you vex me hopelessly" and you might say "i like it that way" and those words would smell sweet beacuse i never wanted to be rid of your spell. But when is wanting ever enough? and when can i ever feel safe? and how do i know when something is real?
I wouldnt change a thing you know, and i would stand in your iron maiden one more time, and you would slam it shut again, and it would still be worth it. but im here now, and im taking flight once more, leaving one more behind, i worry sometimes that i've become a plauge, ravaging my way through lives and destroying my chances to be remembered for anything good, but those ar just fears, because i really mean well and try my best..... i guess thats all i have.