Seven StonesSeven stones thrown in the puddle,Seven Stones
one by one they float away. Throw one up and let it crumble,
as it falls onto the grey.
Whines and grumbles unsteady tumbles parts that you could never see before. Repulsion and addiction
an unhealthy condition
craving nothing, yet yearning more something that will feed the core, praying it will be the cure.
Chalk your way to heavenChalk your way to heaven,Chalk your way to heaven
charcoal your way to faith.
Eat the seeds that have frozen
and sip your inner say. Talking and repeating,
waste the wonder within You're going towards the staircase sad but still living.
Stupid little happenings but what's the hurry for? leaks can be unwoven,
even if they're knitted to the core
Tassles on the cushions cheap and left unscrewed.
Give them something to talk about those darling little shrews.
The lines I hold on toThe hollow markings on his chest, the lines I hold onto Those dark circles beneath his eyes bruised lips of words so few I crave the smell on his skin, I hope to steal away I long for the feel of his bones at the end of a rainy dayThe lines I hold on to
You look good in white you sayYou look good in white you say, with the white duvet against my skin but it's her duvet against my face, and it's her sweet scent that soaks my skin. Her hairbrush on the dressing table, locks of golden curls, a picture of you somewhere exotic, a jewellry box full of pearls it's her novels and her photos that hold witness to it allYou look good in white you say
and I'm scared that like me, you see her face and feel her essence on the walls. I'm a sinner and a saviour, but its all the same to you
I find it's only me that see's a difference between the two.
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Tun
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