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Comingaround
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Comingaround |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Comingaround Comin' 'round, the embers of sundown cast a fiery rain over this town just the faintest scent of where she's been what she feels, where and when I get the information thumb through a thesaurus to name the sensation of the picture tearing in two with one who seeks something new and one who doesn't know what to do Comin' round, always so oblivion-bound my heart echoes a memory sound the magic and art that lives within but somewhere in her, a light grows dim I'm snared in her dreams pricking my fingers to rose pink to sew up the seams of my bruised apple self-defense scatter the seeds of common sense what's the matter with my confidence? Comin' round eventually to safe and sound bending the unbendable frown hopping from feeling to crazed feeling thriving only from her healing I'm not frightened of alone but I'm finding fear in the idea of you never coming home so c'mon, look back into these eyes find whatever first made you realize you loved me come around and see I'm comingaround to set us free "Hey, it's me, I'm dynamite and I don't know why" -- Van Morrison, 'Sweet Thing' |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I really liked the honest feelings in this Zach. Much enjoyed. |
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