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Dear Diary
Dear Diary
Please lay besides me
I feel safer when your here
Your beauty always seems to engulf thee
As your arms keep me near
I pay homage to the sound of your heartbeat
As even though I wipe my nose with the same sleeve
Deep down your being the one that saved me
- from me -
Means love could never,
Ever,
Fall sick
Whither or die
Nor could it ever bounce back into the wintered,
Old,
Sky.
It could never,
Ever, kiss us goodbye
Instead acts the insurance
Of a better me carried by the sound of tomorrow
A promised eternity carried along side hollow
Destined borrows
Favours of pitiful sorrow
And it is in those that I beg
That you
Don't tear away from me
- as the only real thing in my life -
I beg
That you stay and help me
Figure me out
Pick me apart from the stars
And take me back to the start
of Innocence
The lack of self-proclaimed ignorance
And of life's detrimental privileges
Act Ye as the eagles eyes that find perfection in the ashes of conflict -
A tear that stains and flakes the beauty of dead laying passions
Those which all the earth, but Ye, has trodded upon and broken
Thus act I the genocide of a soul upon it's own flesh.
So
Take me back to the beginning
Diary
When your memories of Lee lay still untainted
Back before the cultivation of seed
Or the alteration of creed
Drop me off into the loving arms of a father that lacks no peace
And watch as I
Away wash the daily brothel of sin
In the ocean of gentle breeze.
All within your view
The single tear shed
- a drop in the ocean -
Ripples past the waters bed
Calling with it, I, your daughter from despair
Diary
Spreading far the faith in your world
- wiping me eyes dry -
Reminding those blind of just how real you are.
Feeling safer in your arms
- dare not, shall, Ye depart,
Instead hold He
I & my lack
Close to your abundant heart
Please lay besides me
I feel safer when your here
Your beauty always seems to engulf thee
As your arms keep me near
I pay homage to the sound of your heartbeat
As even though I wipe my nose with the same sleeve
Deep down your being the one that saved me
- from me -
Means love could never,
Ever,
Fall sick
Whither or die
Nor could it ever bounce back into the wintered,
Old,
Sky.
It could never,
Ever, kiss us goodbye
Instead acts the insurance
Of a better me carried by the sound of tomorrow
A promised eternity carried along side hollow
Destined borrows
Favours of pitiful sorrow
And it is in those that I beg
That you
Don't tear away from me
- as the only real thing in my life -
I beg
That you stay and help me
Figure me out
Pick me apart from the stars
And take me back to the start
of Innocence
The lack of self-proclaimed ignorance
And of life's detrimental privileges
Act Ye as the eagles eyes that find perfection in the ashes of conflict -
A tear that stains and flakes the beauty of dead laying passions
Those which all the earth, but Ye, has trodded upon and broken
Thus act I the genocide of a soul upon it's own flesh.
So
Take me back to the beginning
Diary
When your memories of Lee lay still untainted
Back before the cultivation of seed
Or the alteration of creed
Drop me off into the loving arms of a father that lacks no peace
And watch as I
Away wash the daily brothel of sin
In the ocean of gentle breeze.
All within your view
The single tear shed
- a drop in the ocean -
Ripples past the waters bed
Calling with it, I, your daughter from despair
Diary
Spreading far the faith in your world
- wiping me eyes dry -
Reminding those blind of just how real you are.
Feeling safer in your arms
- dare not, shall, Ye depart,
Instead hold He
I & my lack
Close to your abundant heart
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