its not a dove, its civil disobedience and a dead poet.
a fluorescent light with her own personality. as if you could see the vibration of melody and hear the procession of movement. linoleum floors divided by square foot tiles, reflecting a shade of heaven upon any silhouette trying desperately to escape such a blessing. for in this skin and carried by this breath we deserve nothing. lest we receive the fortune of our unworthy ancestors. a fervent prayer for the chance to love you from afar. defy not these fair intentions to their worst. and hold me not to their past. if for once i could waste your wrist by these words weighed upon the heart which will never bear your name nor wish to. i will shroud the written syllables in a breath rancor and bury them beneath your halo. why of this oath to vow my fate upon the rise of your eyes? spare me these days of war in exchange for nights of longing. in this assertion you are placed among...and there after, we collide....three nights ending in birds.
that is a question that i have asked myself for a endless grace of night. i wish i knew. i think in those three nights i saw who you were. i saw you in the absence of rumors, of misconceptions, in the absence of preconcieved hope. i saw you as yourself. i refuse to forget or abandon the memory of your words and all you taught me. you mean more than you know and far more than you think you do. thank you.
I've explained the situation as clearly, as poignantly, as completely, and as fairly as I can without resorting to internet violence and really going out of my way to be harsh and hurtful. Please don't ask for that -- you'll forgive me if I don't feel compelled to dive right back into this soap opera again.
all i want is for you to realize the amazing person you are. the amazing person i felt i had known forever. i dont want you to resort to "internet violence" but if you feel it is appropriate than do so... I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish you could see your true reflection.
You are easily amazed. There are a million people in the world more amazing than me, and most of them probably won't put up a fight if you try to get close to them.
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a fluorescent light with her own personality. as if you could see the vibration of melody and hear the procession of movement. linoleum floors divided by square foot tiles, reflecting a shade of heaven upon any silhouette trying desperately to escape such a blessing. for in this skin and carried by this breath we deserve nothing. lest we receive the fortune of our unworthy ancestors. a fervent prayer for the chance to love you from afar. defy not these fair intentions to their worst. and hold me not to their past. if for once i could waste your wrist by these words weighed upon the heart which will never bear your name nor wish to. i will shroud the written syllables in a breath rancor and bury them beneath your halo. why of this oath to vow my fate upon the rise of your eyes? spare me these days of war in exchange for nights of longing. in this assertion you are placed among...and there after, we collide....three nights ending in birds.
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I don't know what I can possibly do for you.
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