You gave too much, way too soon. Not enough, way too late. It's a hit or miss kind of thing. The pieces have to fall in the right place at the right time. But if it all crumbles, don't give up. Give it time. One hour, and it could be just right. And when you hit the right amount, at the right time: you'll know. The gods will open up the clouds and shine a light just for you. You'll rejoice in the ambience of perfection. And then it's gone. Only lasting a short while. Then you'll search a lifetime. A lifetime of perseverance. Just for a maybe. For a possibility. Cause once you have it, you'll never settle for anything less. For all the good things, are worth more than words can describe.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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