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Eyeless Angels
Eyeless Angels,
Starless Spangles.
I cant help but look at life,
from all the wrong angles.
maybe im sick of empty boxes,
and it's all on the table.
The past has me frayed,
wishing for that something stable.
I'll keep running,
grit my teeth,
through all your singing.
There is so much there,
emotions and fingers
running through your hair.
I cant help but stare,
through ceiling fans and empty air.
wishing past my one regret,
that i could still have you there.
By: Tyler V Quarello (Trip)
Starless Spangles.
I cant help but look at life,
from all the wrong angles.
maybe im sick of empty boxes,
and it's all on the table.
The past has me frayed,
wishing for that something stable.
I'll keep running,
grit my teeth,
through all your singing.
There is so much there,
emotions and fingers
running through your hair.
I cant help but stare,
through ceiling fans and empty air.
wishing past my one regret,
that i could still have you there.
By: Tyler V Quarello (Trip)
Published 3rd Jan 2017
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