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Push me down, lead me round, throw me away
I beg you stay
Lead me on, treat me wrong, unfair play
I plead you stay
Hold me close, want me most, hands on my yearning spine
Yet decline to be mine every day….
I dream you stay
Hold me down, let me drown in your eyes; hazel lies
Every breath wonderless, truthfulness still null, yet…
Stay, come what may.
Stay.
Your face
My lace
The sheets at my place
Begonias
Powdered Rouge
The bottoms of my shoes
The heat in my veins
The soul of our flames
Your letters, unsigned
Our secret defined
I like to think that I
Captivate with my brown eyes
Wordlessly hypnotize
On a throne of butterflies
I often believe that I
Capture prey in silky lies
Pouncing while they fantasize
Of dreamy days and steamy nights
I push my pins in
You don’t let me win
Toxic slowly sinking in
But you counter with a grin
Me and my love are black magic
Your hallowed out heart is satanic
I cannot believe that I
Can’t Magick my way into it
Tell me to stay
Push me away
Tell me you care
Never be there
Hold me close
Shun me the most
Time after time
Like a song out of rhymes
Repeat the same verse
A dozen times
Time after time
Like a song out of rhymes
Repeat the chorus
Wear out the lines
Want me in the dark
Leave me in the light
Unshackle my heart
Unburden my nights
Come closer
And feel from miles away
We’ve gone on too long
Put an end to this song
Your eyes cast a merciless spell
Your kiss banishes me to hell
My heart wonders what drum yours beats to
My kiss tastes of bourbon and vermouth
I don’t mind when your skin confronts mine
I don’t expect your heart to be mine
You see lust where I see regret
I haven’t learned how to fight it, yet.
A field of flowers, a plague wrought upon by my insecure thoughts:
Does he love me, or does he not?
I scatter the petals into the wind; they falter, unable to answer my question
A daisy chain is broken with ruthless pain as my fingers commit a massacre
He loves me not, or does he? Why don’t the full blooms answer?
They say a lady should never sleep with a stranger
But his arms felt like freedom to my entangled heart
The blood-thirsty lips of the devil have a taste for foolish girls
And their foolish desires which wholly satiate liars and their sick lusts
Are they any less savage than those of us who lay waste to a field of roses?
Licking the blood the thorns draw from our fingers
The pain of bleeding is far more satisfying than that of a broken heart, constantly wounded and dense in scar tissue
He loves me, he loves me not.
Gone before long, such a shame
A moment into his voyage, he capsized in a watery grave of lily pads.
She sang to him, she lured him in, with crystal petals and a mischievous grin.
Intoxicated by flowers, and inebriated by lust, her voice reverberated within his head,
And whimsically, she braids her hair, and watches his boat break among stones.
Just another fool, yet another fool
And the love of a fool doesn’t last very long,
So he may as well suffer a siren’s song.
Not every bloom can be a rose
Or half as gorgeous, I suppose
She powdered her face when the need arose
An ugly flower, void of thorns
Can still believe she’s beautiful
I don’t need you to call my name to summon me from the depths of hell
In blue-black flames I listlessly dwell, wide awake just for the sake of staying warm.
Remember, December is never far away, and yet it’s been ages since I’ve seen the languid drift of snow
It melted away with all I used to know of your voice, your escape, your sordid show.
I don’t need you to call my name to douse the flames of hell
I’ve come to know them very well, more than your deceitful, demonic spell.
The dark place where you dragged my soul is only a curse if I make it so
I’ve come to peace with death and darkness, with hate and pain and years alone.
Instead, I watch in the glimmering lights as my shadow pirouettes across the floor
Light as a feather, dead as the earth, joyous as the sun, lovely as the moon
Glowing with the fierceness of the sun at noon, I delight in that I won’t hear your voice call
My heart became a rainbow after an endless tear fall
My name is not for your lips; it is for my final and joyous withdrawal.
More than any other color, I believe in blue
The widest outstretched arms I’ve ever seen above and below the moon
In bright pastel or tempest grey, she always builds a day anew
With hope of sun or fear of pouring rain, my prayers may still come true
If I were to pick a religion, I believe it would be you
You, the watcher who hides away and watches from a brighter view
The invisible smile of a stranger that I picture in my dreams
I ponder on how you’ll never know how much your unseen smile means to me
More than any time, I believe in midnight
The one second on the clock that an erroneous day is blown away
A flitter of hope in a shivering heart beat leaps awake
Ready to make right this fresh new day
Yes, I believe in this the way I believe in virgin snow
That quietly covers our footsteps and holds our secret close
She wistfully shifts around our frozen trails
And slows the time just enough for us to observe the small details
I suppose it’s hard to not believe in God;
Who else can I find to blame the hardships of life on?
Or where do my prayers go after they fall as weary tears?
What idol can I rely on to placate all of my fears?
But no one can reply to all of the questions, all of the demands
They fall back into the frail fingers of my tired hands
So I believe in magic, the magic that makes up time
Who meticulously grooms the sea and the sky
Patiently healing wounds and removing the iron ball and chain
So the hope in my heart can finally fly.
Beyond this Smile 
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