AutumnSadness
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striving for accidental happiness
Joined: July 16, 2012
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 317862
Location: Europe
Joined: July 16, 2012
Last Seen: 7 years
user id: 317862
Location: Europe
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Love will save you,
but it won't save me.
my dancer
When he moves, I tumble.
I must not lean on him.
Touch him, feel him, yes.
He moves.
I need to put my weight on my own two feet.
Not on my leaning hands, but on my own healthy feet.
Then I would be ready to dance with him
When he moves, I tumble.
I must not lean on him.
Touch him, feel him, yes.
He moves.
I need to put my weight on my own two feet.
Not on my leaning hands, but on my own healthy feet.
Then I would be ready to dance with him
my
sick fantasy
all the world, my children
for you no hands will raise
the knife won't cut your names
the roads with the gravel
your gums won't have to taste
I hope you never dream like me
unfolding my sick fantasy
all the world, my children
to feed you only love
all the world, my children
for you no hands will raise
the knife won't cut your names
the roads with the gravel
your gums won't have to taste
I hope you never dream like me
unfolding my sick fantasy
all the world, my children
to feed you only love
What did you expect from following a ghost into traffic?
Singing from the Grave
Anna von Hausswolff
Celebrating life alone
tight with one single stone
engravings and heart for soul
singing out with the folks
I am down with my corpse alone
the graveyard is my home
so I don't need your precious rose
because I'm already in the mud
You're my warm house slippers on
cold floors
You're the message of a lost civilization
You're by my side, stealing from the homeless
You're the dried snot on the cheeks of a child
and the food stains on its shirt
You, one of those little darlings who don't know what they are
You make me want to talk like Auri, in rich lyric
You're a friendly reminder that it can be okay for little while
When I'm with you
I'm not sad
")
You're the message of a lost civilization
You're by my side, stealing from the homeless
You're the dried snot on the cheeks of a child
and the food stains on its shirt
You, one of those little darlings who don't know what they are
You make me want to talk like Auri, in rich lyric
You're a friendly reminder that it can be okay for little while
When I'm with you
I'm not sad
")
Why do we still carry a device of
torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change
Oh, how rotten your pre-apocalypse is
All you bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
I see all those empty cradles and wonder
If man will never change
feeling
lonely
and
content
at the same time
I believe
is
a rare kind
of happiness
She called me
butterfly
because she
knew
I would not live too long
I would not live too long
If I sit here and weep I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze