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→ Let Me Fall!Verse ←
Wednesday, 6 July 2011 05:21 pmWith ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ofawhole
And now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
I'm breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines
( Let Me Fall!Verse )
ofawholeAnd now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
I'm breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines
→ Falling!Verse ←
Monday, 25 April 2011 10:35 pmWith acleandive
Fallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you
---
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm in peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief
( Falling!Verse )
acleandiveFallen out of taxis
Out of windows too
Fell in your opinion
When I fell in love with you
---
Because falling's not the problem
When I'm falling I'm in peace
It's only when I hit the ground
It causes all the grief
→ Superception!Verse ←
Tuesday, 12 April 2011 10:03 pmWith agreat_thief
Two worlds collide
Who will be left alive
No place to hide
There's no place to hide
When two worlds collide
( Superception!Verse )
agreat_thiefTwo worlds collide
Who will be left alive
No place to hide
There's no place to hide
When two worlds collide
→ Futility!Verse ←
Tuesday, 12 April 2011 09:56 pmWith eamesofdreams
Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
( Futility!Verse )
eamesofdreamsMove him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
