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Untitled Free WriteYou languish, quiet and serene, in the shadows of an afterglow. I watch and I wait to catch that beautiful strike; that smile, rare and sweet, that only appears in this short and sudden moments.
There it is, with it's likeness to the sea, all the gentle fierceness bundled into a gesture that can melt the ice or break the ship. Yet, you are also the calm before the storm. That electric feeling that rushes through the sense and captivates each hair on your body, calling them to attention the lean into the coming onslaught. It is a memory on the rain, and all the cold and wonderful feelings that come with it.
And there you languish, quiet and
Last nightLast night was only you and me,
Tonight is only me.
These miles roll to hours, darling,
You're too far gone to see.
Last night was you and heartbeats,
Tonight is me and cold.
This darkness keeps on pressing, baby,
And I'm feeling far too old.
Last night was you and music,
Tonight I think I'm gone.
You not here right now, sorry,
I'll have to face the dawn.
SmallTired lids fall softly shut over tired eyes,
Small shields against the lights of the world.
Such bright things dance gracefully,
Enticing doubt, enticing lies.
Shaking hands touch goosebump flesh,
Small comforts when the cold sets in.
The cold aims to please, aims to freeze
Your hope into the hardened grounds.
Young lips trail lightly over troubled cheeks,
Small delights against the marble night.
The truth comes clean, the cold does clear,
We are left with small pleasures.
Sweet Ol' BluesI am looking for that virgin moonlight;
Oh, I'm look for a good night.
Pass me the flashlight;
I don't believe in myself,
No, I don't believe in myself.
And you gotta love those sweet ol' blues,
Everybody here's gonna pay their dues
In this rag-tag, down-low town.
Oh, and I don't believe in anything anymore,
What are we living for?
Somebody, please, give me a reason to stay.
There's never anything more to say.
I'm like a living story,
No one has any time to say sorry.
No one ever searches for the glory.
What the hell happened to us all?
What happened to us all.
I know I'm much more then misunderstood,
I'd breathe some life i
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