"i am the pretense of self-forgiveness posing as the pin-up of redeemed ... i am the prayer for a wildfire tamed wanting nothing more than to believe ... i'll be what i am meant to be."
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
why don't we
just line the sky with umbrellas that hide us from the
world i'll wear a dress of lace and sing at the top of my lungs you do that dance that makes me laugh to tears and we can finally
start this thing just you and me, baby
"songs spread out by silence and rolled up by noise, echoed in dreams and concealed by wakefulness ... who can link the crashing thunder with the baby's sigh?" ~ gibran
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