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smallhands Aug 2014
You've got this rock in your heart
Thrashing the tissue
Less than a bullet and less than a clogged artery
But there's nothing to save you
Put up this façade-you're beautiful happy and fine
Despite how you're wrecked and helpless and dying inside

-cj
smallhands Aug 2014
Drive all night, only pause when there's a light
Look to your right and the blaze from their being is gorgeous and blinding
It's fun and it's games, except in here where the magnet force pushes our bodies apart
Lick the skin and tear into crimson fruit
Until eventually,  there's nothing to dispute

-cj
smallhands Aug 2014
You can't scare me away with your paradox talk against wolf's law or the dogma
I've been through worse (it's a chain, it's a curse)
Regardless of number or name or position
Here I am again alone with him in my mind and periphery
Burning up with that fever but I'll escape it somehow
After all his face his arms his voice is the only memory I'll allow

-cj
smallhands Aug 2014
Shadow bends, bury it before its life smothers ours
Blackening out the sun, carressing the pure snow, it's in between our fingers
(Somewhere lodged is a song title)
Sweet tastes and a naiive fever
Sleep, the silhouette will stay still because you're so young, lovely, innocent
(The bedposts will sway and rock you, sway and rock you out of, out of here)

-cj
smallhands Aug 2014
I think I've got you in the palm of my hand
(Lost in bleak visions)
You care I care
**** it, everyone does
Grab me and pull me under
I'll gladly surrender
I will be in the palm of your hand

-cj
smallhands Aug 2014
how about tomorrow?
(ha, ha, ha)
is that later? is that enough?
or will another season, semester, suffice?
(I wanna be with you)

-cj
smallhands Aug 2014
Who would have known
A simple staircase climb, requesting you, shivering in wait
Then the rehearsed truth wills itself out
Now we are here, in the other's presence, a different kind of music
A wish, perhaps, or a hunch
From one minute, all gutsy and free, to the next
When we see the clock and mutter some hopeful somethings
It was October eighteenth, I remember; eleven days later I turned seventeen
And then a bit after I glimpsed an 11:11 (and smiled)
(We speak and we smiled)

-cj
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