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Pillars of salt

You cut me here,
without ever saying a word.

  Then you twisted and turned,
your knife into a sword.

  Then you took back your word,
so now I'm never sure.

  Then you took away my soul,
not knowing what it's worth.

  So I cut myself,
 to show you where it hurts.

  "Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"

  So your dreams washed ashore,
gamma/Micro waves of rain.

  There's the life of our pain,
hidden within three words      (I love you)

  So now you sold my soul,
 not knowing that it was cursed.

  So I cut myself again
 to show you where it hurts.

  "Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"

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Give me rhythm

Hold me in stride with one, nay two left feet.
Our feet tangled so our eyes never meet.
who is to lead with shadows that wallow.
Spinning hand in hand it feeds the hollow.

Equilibrium the measure, the stance.
We watch love grow melodic, eyes entranced.
resilient the floor that bares the load.
Newly beloveds, cloudless their abode.
 
Two souls in the dance, they move like one.
Destiny the journey, the setting sun.
To walk the walk, they move like lovers do.
After the storm, petals covered in dew.

The measure, the stance their eyes still engaged.
The floor still bares the load, their rhythmic gauge.

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Do you want to break my heart?

This isn't what it seems to be.
You've lost your self behind
thought of me.

 Relentless, they won't you sleep.
Infectious, it's hidden there in
 your dreams.

 A shadow strung across the ground,
Its longing for another
 mouth to feed.

 I told you we should never be.
Now look into my eyes
while they bleed.

 Do you want to break 
my heart?
Then get down on your knees
Pray.

 You told me that you wanted me too.
One and one and one make three
so let's see.

 This feeling, it won't let me go.
so come over here girl,
set me free.
 
 Do you want to break 
my heart?
Get down on your knees.
 Pray.

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Subtle hints and lies

How can I, make you move
When I can't find words to describe 
how I feel inside, so I cry.

I close my eyes sometimes.
To pacify the time, this fragile
thing called life.

we all have stars in our eyes
some have dreams that died
it shapes the wake of our life's

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Randall vs Randall

what is left of me,
 once you have taken all that I am?
what words are left for me to wallow in
 after you say goodbye?
in who's arm do I find comfort,
 now that mine have been shackled?
how do I say I love you
 when I can't bring myself to love again,
 or have I ever?
how can I buy your forgiveness,
when there is so much, I cannot afford forget?
To whom do these memories belong to now
if I'm not the person I once claimed to be? 
if only Your smile could mend my broken heart.
I would be a fool to heal myself with those who pass me by.
So, I walk backwards now looking for you again.
Trying to find who I was before you left.

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Don't be scary

She had black lipstick stains on her cigarettes.
A broken doll with eyes like the abyss.
Two barcodes hanging on to both wrists.
She said wait right here your really going to love this.
She bit my neck, blood draining from her lips.
A pair of fish net tights stuffed into both slits.
Then she went down, and I went down.

She looked me in the eyes and said surprise.
 I'm doubtful if you make it past the sunrise.
then she took my hand and lead to the dark slide.
Now I can't remember the sunrise.
she went down and I went down to hell.

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The dark side of rainbows

In a wake of fear right here, so unforgiving
and beautifully forgotten again.

I'll remember so you don't have to forget
my name again. so oblivious to all of
our pain.

so we shed our skins again. beloveds 
in the next life Ill love you for a lifetime

But today ill stay right here on the dark side of rainbows
theres no telling where the pain goes

and some how we lost our faith
 we blame it on the last time there's
no telling where the past dies

we tend to stay right here
lost in our perception with a veil of discretion

In a wake, a wave of fear it carries all the last
times there's no telling when the past died

so today, ill stay right here on the dark side of rainbows
just blowing where the wind goes

there's no shame, no fear right here on the dark side of rainbows 
theirs no telling where the pain goes

"please don't let it runaway with me"

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What was I saying

I don't want to imply that it was bad.
but what I've seen is drenched in black.
And I don't want to feel this way for you.
So scrape me out of you, 
and I'll lead you out of me.
I don't want to live this way for you.
Only time will tell how this will end
there's to many scars to heal against
And I don't want to die this way for you.
So take me by my wounded hands
I don't want to be your f$%#ing friend
I don't want to be away from you
so look deep within my eyes 
push in past this frail disguise
I could never be that strong for you
so scrape me out of you and ill
RIP you out of me
I don't want to live this way with you. 
Its chaste in the way that this will end
dejection is my only friend
I don't wanna fight for you.

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The flowers bloom

There's a place without walls
for those that swear that they are floors.
and oh how they died like a flowers bloom
they lie so still in forgotten tombs
Its not to late to care.

  I know a place where we could go.
It feeds on your fear to sooth your soul
here's all the words you were trying to say
its not polite to stare

 Oh how you'll die just like the flowers bloom
a bride less vow underneath the full moon
its not to late to run

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indecisions

I'm blind to the fact that that I know absolutely nothing.
2nd guessing my every first thought.  When I'm more then certain
That both can reside in the same idea. Meaning that the 3rd option must be covered in gasoline and caught between two match sticks that can go on strike at any moment. That's combustible thinking with a placard that states I am not to be trusted within 200 feet of an old flame for fear of heat and friction reigniting a smoldering past that lied dormant from lack of communication.