titles that were never meant to be
Can I just stand
and look upon
thy beauty?
(I promise not to say a word) Really!
Weak knees and broken ankles
Stalking, walking, talking (to myself)
Tears inside the eyeballs of tomorrow (always just a day away)
Harmonica wailing in the background
(no it's not my heart,
it's my soul).
Losing grip, things begin to slip
I know what it's like now
to fall
to slip
to give it up.
I know and I don't want to stop
not yet.
Being bad and not getting caught? Can I do it again?
Just passing...
...you by....
as we glance into
....the other's eyes...
just for a moment...
wondering,
"Where did that...
come from?"
Pretending
Leaving
Slap your own forehead,
mine's constantly taken
care of
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