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War and peace
Photo courtesy: http://jasonedmiston.com/
I lie there with my eyes open,
The dreams carrying you relentlessly through every pore,
In the state of rest, my heart thrashes...
You hear me, baby?
The throes of an anguished singer.
The world can remain dead to my song,
The song might get lost inside the tomb of your heart,
But when it laps gently on the walls,
Don't you feel the flutter of a loved soul?
When it thrashes wild inside your heart,
Don't you hear the feel of your anguished singer?
My baby! I feel light and lifted,
The song gently kissing the pores skipped,
Ah! There I see a trace of light...
At the end of the tunnel a new song awaits...
I shouldn't have turned dear for that last look,
You didn't stop, yet I stopped,
Frail, I headed back...
The song squeaked, hoping to touch your heart...
I lay there, my body still,
Your steps echoing inside every pore,
My heart baby, beating fast,
I waited as you came across,
The steps halted but you walked past,
In the state of rest, my heart thrashes...
You hear me, baby?
The throes of an anguished loser.
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