Flames make a beautiful dance
but burns the one who has the fire
once your heart is lit
the smoke cloaks the pyre
Flames make a beautiful dance
but burns the one who has the fire
once your heart is lit
the smoke cloaks the pyre
I used to hide behind numbers
but that’s a mistake when you’re
caught up
in all the make up
and you can’t see behind
the mascara
and when you cry
it leaves streaks
and people think there’s
something wrong with your face
and you can’t hide it
but you’re just lost
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I am drunk right now
and I was sitting at the beach
and the sand was soft and the sky had streaks of cloud
the sun was setting and the moon looked at me with half its face
I was drunk
I walked to the edge of the water and looked at the ripples
I wanted to take off my clothes and dip my body into the water
my entire body underneath the water
and hold my breath for just a minute
then I would emerge brand new
my sins would be washed away, dripping off of my body
Empty nights and
days half full
I wish I could just
breath and leave nothing at all
I am alive
and everyone looks at me
I am a mirror with a
thousand faces
I am a grain of sand
in a thousand places
I walk and run and
laugh, but you are here too
and you come to me and ask
what is it that I want?
and I say everything
and the world takes away everything
we are alone
but I am here
right now I am here
and I am speaking
and that is all
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