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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'm still waiting to hear ''jump''. I'll know from how high.
[time] => 2006-07-18 10:32:29
[hometext] => I wrote this as a song about a month ago, but still applies, the metaphors become pretty obvious later. please comment, i'll return the favor to anyone who does.
[bodytext] => Wrap your arms around my waist, Just as I'm about to jump Grab my hand Before hell does, And let me fall into your arms Know my secrets Tell me yours Break and enter in my mind, I promise charges won't be pressed But you'll confess I'll charge a price For every door you open wide Just so sick of going home, Knowing that i'm still alone.. I'll call you air As i'm drowning slowly, Because air is what i lack You must be sight, Since i'm going blind You'd be my light, But no one ever turned you on, So I'm left to find myself in the dark.. Searching through blurred eyes, A shelter to hide in, The right cave, But then i realize without you in it, Is another foot into my grave Don't wait for me to shatter, Catch me when I'm about to break Know my secrets... Tell me yours.... Kiss my soul And warm my heart, Be the lifeguard that saved me, Wrapped all nice, Be my present, Under the dying christmas tree Just so sick of going home... Knowing that i'm still alone... A star upon a fatal night, Shine only for my desperate eyes, Flash of red, In a sea of black Answer, please, my fading cries I'll call you air, As I"m drowning slowly, Because air is what i lack Keep me close don't let me go, For you don't know how far I'll stray, Keep me close don't let me go, Or I might not live another day... Just so sick of going home Knowing that i'm still alone... Steal the password to my thoughts, I'll leave it out for you to see, Read them all Help me live It's up to you, not me. Don't wait for me to shatter, Catch me when you know i'll break Don't close your eyes, See my scars, Yeah, they don't blend in, But no more makeup You're more natural, Only you'll smooth out my skin. Burnt out stars, They fall in ashes, Don't let me become one of them... It's too late, you say? i know.. Damned to hell i am. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 13 [informant] => drtylilsecret [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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