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10-02-2023, 03:15 PM
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Up From The Skies Suicide Booth ID: 13
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Given To Fly!!!!!
Posts: 13,150
Bincount™: 26323
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A Painting Yet To Be Painted
Her beautiful name when elegantly spoken
Somehow trips up my trembling tongue
Rolling out jagged and partially broken
Because time is a cruel bastard
A deep and dangerous water hazard
Yet no choice but to play through
Stepping on sturdy stones that guide us
Can you hear my stifled cry?
As our train goes whizzing by
I know that you’re hurting too
I wish that I could rinse away these blues
Stained hues I continually scrub
To precisely paint a glorious new beginning
It’s quite difficult when we’ve forgotten
The lyrics to the compassionate song that we were singing
Am I living or am I dying?
All we can do right now is to keep on trying
Buying our time with a patient smile
Letting out the pain stirring inside
Striving to keep our burning love alive
I feel so bad after knee jerk reactions
No contact, bitter silent attacks
Actions that I always wish to take back
Looking up to the mysterious constellations
I’m sending out brilliant bright intentions
Our journey is ironically exactly on point
Our magnetic connection loosens up
Yet strengthens varying on the frequency
Since we are still figuring out our confusing compass
Paradise awaits us if we close our eyes and follow the golden trumpets
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
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