Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
I believed in you,
But I knew the latter,
I trusted to soon,
And my mind couldn't gather,
The downpour,
The happ'ly never after.
I was more than torn,
Standing in the reign of your laughter.
'Cause you fooled me before,
but I reminded in the splatter...

of your pitter-patter.

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You had a choice; Friend or Foe.
I am your friend, pasted on your heels like glue to paper.
He is your foe, towering over you, blinding you, overpowering your very existence as though he were omniscient.

Friend or Foe?

Yet you ever ran into the arms of that hellish sky demon.

But I am your friend, and I was, am, and will forever so be behind you.

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It's funny;
A mirror can only reflect what you see in the now.
What will we do about the shadow that lurks in the frame when we've moved?
What about the remnant picture left behind in our footsteps?
What about the linger truths and thoughts and feelings stuck on the other side of the glass of Berlin's Wall?
The Afterimage.

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I cannot see,
It is dark as midnight
And still.
I cannot see,
It is as blinding as light,
And it is filled;
With me...
A reflection, a sight-
An absence of will.

I cannot see..
This mirror is right.
I am nothing m

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In water, submerged and flooded
with lust...
A pearl polished a priori perfection.
I had to have you...
But I knew myself to be unworthy.

Still, I learnt the tides and taught myself the ebbs and flows as proof of my dedication to you. I wanted to be of you, with you-
one.

Happiness seemed to be with you.
Joy seemed to be with you.
Radiating from you.
Can I...?

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You are truly. Unforgettable.

I could squander words to describe what you've meant to me,
I could recite my heart's deepest wishes - fish them from those happy places that seem so far now.
I could sing my wholest note to please you.

But my voice is desicate. and you deserve more... better...
my unforgettable....

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A song carries millions of memories, thousands of meanings and hundreds of feelings.
Songs tuck themselves into our minds in hopes of never being forgotten.
In a sense, we who've sung them have shared that same hope.

It is not cute. the misuse of a tool so powerful to manipulate a listener, a vulnerable ear. A Daymaker uses song to brighten lives and a Nightbringer uses song to hail the darkness.

You, manipulative being, are the latter.
Surmount notes of discord and fallacies.

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It's hard to digest our friendship.
It's the weirdest tasting lemonade I've had.
You are the lemon and I am the water.
You've entered my existence and corrupted my ionic structure with a sourness I can't quite put my tongue on.

alas, The eclectic fusion of us is bearable and sometimes deliciously entertaining.

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Infinity or No infinity?

Your embrace is like the shuttle between here and there. It's like the portal between then and now and what will be.
In your embrace I feel the stars and the suns and the moons orbit my core. Your embrace calls a heavenly reckoning into the voids within me and fill them with meaning.

Your hugs open space,
Yet close space between us.

Infinity, or no infinity?

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shhh
Your whisper wakes me.
It is louder than the sounding of trumpets,
louder than the blaring of alarms,
louder than...

shh
Your softness wakes me,
It is smoother than honey and lime,
smoother than polished Acacia,
smoother than.

sh.
I've found peace in your silence.
I've grown to accept your ominous quiet to be from the family of comfort.

Shh.
You wake me in the best of ways.

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