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..”Forever in love”, he said,
and gestured slowly,
towards her head,
to wipe another tear from under her eye,
“..to be trapped in the throes of excess,
a violent mourning,
facing death,
yet with you, the things that remain might never quite heal..”
and so his breath did slip away again,
a perfect warning,
soaked in less than something I had read about before..
“.. in so many ways,
it’s not the same as it once was,
and sometimes I need to be told,
that it’s ok to find joy in the passing of time..
so even as my heart turns older,
I see the things that make me know that with you,
I needn’t concern with my fears for life..
and when I saw her,
I was found,
and now I know her,
she makes me proud”.
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Sylvia
04:58
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Waiting for someone,
forever and a day,
she said it wasn’t the same,
breaking my back just to be on my own again,
hanging a secret somewhere,
hardly holding,
barely there,
in exchange for his pride,
he explained and he walked out alone..
Sylvia..
despite the truth,
the people came,
and then they tried,
but never did,
become the thing she longed for when she cried,
so even as her heart hurt,
her love never died..
fear of the strangest types,
might call your name,
and try to plague your mind,
but worse than the words,
is the still in the quiet..
Sylvia..
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3. |
Speaking To Myself
02:17
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I take my time,
when I am speaking,
to myself,
and I’m not being,
harder than I really should,
I know it’s wrong but,
I’m still someone new,
to the things that other people do,
with their thoughts and feelings,
and the ways that they find happiness in truth,
but I found you,
and that’s when I did realise,
that maybe I was almost happy too..
so I kept on waiting,
sometimes falling,
always hesitating to be anything but true,
to myself and to the things I knew,
before I finally made my mind up,
I was sort of scared that you had moved..
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4. |
It Became Clear
02:13
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Suddenly,
is not what I wished for,
but when you came to my heart,
and I fell from the start,
it could have been..
I would fear that I was wrong,
almost one thousand times,
but the joy never slipped,
and was buried in smiles that you gave to me..
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5. |
I Drown
04:42
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Wake up,
my love,
you needn’t tell me how to start again,
for I rushed,
when you told me of the things you found,
when turning over,
and running around for me,
so I breathe,
and I might not believe my luck,
for all I need to be is undone..
it’s taunting me,
my love,
for all the things that I had hoped might never start again,
have come unstuck,
and I might not believe my luck,
for all I need to be is undone..
my friends,
they said,
we neared the end,
forever slowly,
holding hands,
but my eyes set for shores on other seas,
the calling card of discontent,
is wholly forward,
never meant,
for all to flock and all to wait to be,
and I might not believe my luck,
for all I need to be is undone..
maybe I was meant to be this way sometimes..
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6. |
He Was Not There
04:31
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Evening come,
burning, burning,
quietly, strong,
I am not what I once was,
hurtling skyward,
frosted frowns,
they hold weakly when the wind blows,
she is winter bound..
told to be somewhere when the means might meet,
I am higher,
I am higher,
I will wait indefinitely,
will you wait with me?
will you wait too?
begging for forgiveness,
and hardly hoping that you might acknowledge that I am even here,
the fear of falling watches over me,
violence is an afterthought,
and tiredness is ecstasy,
a futile attempt to recapture something else,
“..shrouded in a mist”, she said,
and lifted with the grace and elegance of one hundred thousand clouds spilling rain across the continents,
chaos is in everything,
beauty is constructed,
apathy is privilege,
transport is disrupted,
the weight of the world watching over me,
desperate for change,
the same way it ever was,
and forevermore the same,
eternally explicit, and expertly sown,
the riches held in hedonism,
permanently closed,
if not for something better,
then for what?
he was not there..
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A07042
00:55
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Racing,
an unfamiliar frown,
the loneliest of people,
are never found,
the cracks that are appearing now,
were barely felt before,
and someday she hopes you might see,
the hurt that you have caused..
and I will force my head to rest again, and again, and again, and again, and again..
almost always feigned despair,
almost always severed shares..
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8. |
Excess
03:47
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Begin again;
mistake; a friend;
to live for that which might not end,
in scenic ways,
survived for days,
on bitter taste and growing pains,
I fell for you when I was new to feeling better than I do,
excess is made to hide my face when holding on and shifting blame..
content to be,
alone to see,
the world exist at,
break-neck speeds,
I know that you were hurting too,
and spending time on the difference..
but another day was promised anyway,
and although I wanted to be something it had failed,
before the starting bell had called,
before the moment that you stalled,
for you found fortune in another special way..
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Start again,
it’s harder now to understand,
stray farther,
but you won’t ever comprehend my love,
it’s not the same as what it was,
say something,
and try not to reminisce,
for all that memories might bring are over,
in the end,
I will never be quite what you wanted..
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10. |
In a Dream (Uninvited)
02:01
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11. |
Running
04:02
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My face,
stares blankly at the ground,
as you tell me,
that you might not be around,
for a little while,
at least,
they said,
all is as well as it could be,
and fortunately,
you rest,
forever hoping for the best,
at least,
the things that you might be thinking now,
I could barely imagine,
or even begin to wonder how,
you might really feel..
for when my heart starts running,
I could cry,
and the things I’m yet to know,
are kept alive,
but when she falls in to me,
to say goodbye,
then the parts of me that cannot stay,
might die..
it’s ok,
she said,
and glanced up,
above my head,
avoiding the gaze,
of my eyes,
I noticed,
you wanted,
to say,
something,
anything,
might be better than nothing..
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12. |
Perfect Circles
02:10
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My head has failed again,
an excess of something bound to an end..
it might not be visible,
but we cannot pretend,
to take for granted what you meant when you said,
too much of anything can never exist,
simply by definition,
it made me see the world and yet..
restraint might not bring joy - but contentment,
of which we had avoided for so long,
we had begun to forget the reason that these things ever made sense..
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