When Tears Fall, Stars DoI always liked drivingbetter in the night(in the moonlight)because somehow(it seemed)I could calm my heartand connect with youand the stars would fall(for you)giving you as muchbeauty as they could(so far awaybut always in sight)smile, sweet onethe stars are calling you tonight(they fall tonight)beat.broken sunlight in the night sky.
hunger painsi.you'd tell meabout how you'd dig tunnelsrip the very fabric of time(and space)if it meantyou'd get to meii.I'd curl up (like smoke)Into your voices(and sleep) and dreamlittle wishes into your earsand stayiii.loving you is like a hunger painnot within my reachand can hurt(but either way)I need you
In LimboWelcome to the theme of the season!And aren't you the lucky one?You'd better be, because the die's already upAnd no, silly, of course it won't be quickCause you aren't a kidAnd anticipation's slower than ripping off a band aid.Instead, sit back and watch.Either way, there's no going back.Just watch their ascent.The die is moving slower every second.Cue a sharp intake of breathBefore the oxygen's ripped from your lungsBefore your chest collapsesBefore your heart burnsBefore the ice freezes your spineSimultaneously slipping you into a STOP"...Are you afraid?""...No. Are you?""...It wouldn't be the first time...""...Don't be afraid. I'm here. Believe in me.""I do."...Somehow I find there is peace in limbo.GO(I used to believe cobwebs and raindrops were the most beautiful, but I discovered a whole new kind of lovely, and they've got nothing on it.)
shades of bluei. shades of bluecolour me pretty.im oh, so transparentand it usually takes memore than a momentto remember my fire.thats when i solidifyyou colour me in yourshades of blueand no longer doarctic windsrip through me.ii. red scarvessnowflakes meltingon warm fingertips.i never intended on beingso coldand you always intendedon being so warmso ill curl up in your red scarfand stay.(id just get caught anyway.)iii. off whitea canvas be patient, unlike meill paint ever colourof the rainbowas snowflakes turnto prismsand dance on flesh,goosebumps in the day.oh, look another new beginning.iv. yellow dust motesa brief calm.lay down andclose my eyes andbreathe it in while i can.nothing stays the sameand these are the timesespecially short and sweet.where the light is yellowand the still frames dust
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