It’s a combustion of confusion
It’s a reason for leaving
{{or lack there of}}
Of why I can’t seem to drop below
Let this all just melt into some new mold
Chip out those crystal tears
Embedded into the aluminum
That holds together
The masterpiece of this soul
Its an explosion of forward motion
A four-way collision of heart, soul, body, and mind
The fact that I feel the heart beat
And its not mine
Is the reason I can’t shut down tonight
Close the door and turn out the light
Because
I can’t remove the pulse this time

02/28/2010

Posted on 02/28/2010
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