Its flesh tasted of salt.My eyes are a different color, but they match what is pouring out of my mouth, expelled from the force in my chest. If we all had spy glasses we could burn away the impure properties from our hands. I quickly grab you up to dance so you don't see my sleight of hand, and a slight change in heart. My hour glass pours not sand but salt, to not hide the bitterness of time, to show our real defenses and when there is wounds the salt is there, not sand. Ive taught my self to think and you taught me how much you could. and thanks to that i need not fret, my hearts not flesh, but it's made of solid wood, and its ever growing upwards and its vines areIts flesh tasted of salt.
independence spoken as myselfI have no independence, I have the scars on my eyes to prove it. All of you looking at me as I wave my hand to all of you, but I guess there was something more interesting behind me. All the road signs said freedom, but the roads just curved back to the same fork I've been stuck at. A stone dropped into your reflection will give you more truth, than the steady water would. I carved mine and your name into the wall, but my name bled down the wall and yours scuttled away. The words I whispered from my eyes, were different from the words in my heart. And sometimes my heart windependence spoken as myself
the river runs greyeyes transfixed on each others,the river runs grey
as the rain came down and removed our flesh to reveal our hearts are bleeding grey,
as it slowly pumped out, some of the monotone hit the ground and ate away to reveal a hole,
slowly i crept up, and placed my ear to the surface of the ground
and was amazed at what i heard,
the birth of a thousand smiles, a sound that couldent be explained,
a sound so vivid that swirls of color danced around like autumn leafs.
pure bliss.
Sounds that cannot be expressed through words, only exper
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