Wicker King (jtoomey) wrote,
Wicker King
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Can you feel a little love?

I stopped into a church I passed along the way. My loneliness is killing me. I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass. When I close my eyes, it's you I see. I don't want to be your down time. What was it you wanted? I still have some love to give. She just don't know what else to do about it. How does she know who I am, and why does she give a damn?

I stopped by the bar at 3 AM to seek solace in a bottle, or, possibly, a friend. The world is closing in, and did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers? My night is colored headache grey. Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry? Rip down all hate, I screamed. Maybe it's not too late to learn how to love and forget how to hate.

I swam upon the devil's lake, but I'll never make the same mistake. When I tried to step aside, I moved to where they'd hoped I'd be. Romeo and Juliet are together in eternity. Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there. Take these chances, place them in the box until a quieter time. It's only in your head you feel left out, or looked down on.

Now I'm standing on the corner, all the world's gone home. I am thinking of your voice and of the midnight picnic once upon a time before the rain began. Thinking of a reason -- well, it's really not very hard to love you even though I nearly lost my heart. It doesn't matter what I say as long I say it with inflection. Oh no, Guadalajara won't do. I can't read the number that you just gave me. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
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