chrome
deb morning light glints off chrome
flashing in my eyes
while i hover here in
twilight sleep

spring mornings smile at me
while hearts in pink and red remind
all too well
that i am yet alone
- sky blue fingertips and
- crazy dark brown hair-
- i may look put together but
- i'm not-
moulded smiles and
old fairy tales
soap bubble dreams
lasting for a moment of
swirling splendor
carried off like dandilion seed
upon the wind
one drip and the world comes
spinning up at me
to leave me here
a shallow spash
upon the thawing earth

but the air is crisp and warming
the yellow sun smiles down
gorgeous morning
i know
-i just wish my heart
wasn't made of lead
just now
so i could fly away
to cloudless sky

i wish it weren't so cold in here

in me

i'm just so hollow this morning...
::sigh::

wake up, love, it's just a dream...
(i only wish)
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kill rhythm Can't you accept this flower hasn't grown? Kick away the petals and come home. This is all she said. But there's something in me cold within me. A beast inside me, bold inside me. I find myself in chains. I find myself in chains.
But if I had some time, I'd use it this time. Fix myself I will, I hope it's this time. And if I could only see the subtle things you see, I'd think myself so brave in victory.
Step inside everything, everything's all clear. Maybe I could find some inspiration here. Because it's time to fix this thing. It's time to fix this thing.
But if I had some time, I hope it's this time. Escape to somewhere beautiful. Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see. I'd consider it such rare and privileged company.
No, no, no, no
But never again, never again, never again. I'm just too close to winning. And I find myself in chains. And it's time to fix this thing. 'Cos if I had some time. I'd use it this time. Escape to something beautiful. 'Cos underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit. There's chrome just shining chrome. A mirror finish of my own. Alive inside this chrome, home, home, home
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girl_jane The truck stop I used to be a waitress at...Bobby and I went there a lot last summer. I went there a lot by myself last year. We drank coffee and talked and wrote at the corner table-watching people as they came in. 020324
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no reason the gentle sounds of
your voice chromaticizing
words of black and white
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