read some fairy tales,
propped up under the covers
reading with a torch
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read some fairy tales,
propped up under the covers
reading with a torch
reading with a torch
the instructions were in Greek
how was I to know
How was I to know
the rain would grace my window
leaving silver streaks?
leaving streaks of silver
the hair color I used was
not what I wanted
Not what I wanted
Exactly what I needed
These sometimes collide
these sometimes collide
what we need and what we want
even out in time
Even out in time
and beyond imagining
I shall still seek peace.
I shall still seek peace
in my everyday being
for the rest of time.
You make it look so easy..
for the rest of time
my life will be meaningless
without your warm smile
without your warm smile
I'm left in an icy storm
frozen and forlorn
frozen and folorn
I sit alone on a bench
watching the leaves fall
watching the leaves fall
I open my soul to you
and your lips touch mine
and your lips touch mine
briefly, the softest touch, sweet
like a memory
like a memory
he drips thoughts into corners
barely there, yet clear
barely there, yet clear,
that out of focus figure—
they claim hauntings here...
they claim hauntings here,
but (expert photographer—)
double-exposure...