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[yoursecretsafe]

I am no storyteller,
my words are tasteless
they spew forth like rivers
that the villagers bathe in
where she once stood
there are only footprints
she knows there is someplace better she intends to get there
while her father cries " my wicked daughter
would you leave me here to
drink life away
and sit down hard into my easy chair
ill sleep tonight without you in my home"
but she made more footprints as
she kept on walking and
she grabbed my hand and whispered
"the grass is greener there
the birds all sing glorious melodies
and our hearts beat in perfect sync
and we will always have something to eat
youll see lions lay down
right next to shepard's herds
they'll keep their jaws shut
and just purr
you never sleep cause
what would you dream of when you're living in a dream
this perfect world you see"
then i stopped and i said "darlin there is no such thing as perfect
there is only compromise and souls sold to demons
we live in a world where
we worship golden things
like television and whatever's in movies
i cannot attend this group suicide
ill save myself but if you wish to die
just keep on walking cause ill know youll stop once you reach the sky,
and as for me ill surely lie about what was you and i,
and what happened to the sky...

oh and i love you