nothing is only sacred nor only profane. the yin and the yang sin and sanctity always bound as one. so beautiful. so human. if only you could forgive yourself for walking the line.

do you ever speak just words words, not carefully chosen. do you ever think in color ever look beyond the blacks and whites. do you ever do wrong because it feels right my righteous hero, your goodness humbles me. but i’m afraid afraid you’ll never feel the joy of sheer abandon of throwing caution to the wind. i’m afraid one ...

you are, the wind soft caress behind my neck you are, the wind rattling my roof the storm in my soul. you are, the wind moving with me always here but never seen.

with every curve in every road i know, i take you with me your words, they are the wind they move me on. and like the sun you are always here you surround me. but there are days, knowing is not enough there are days the sun burning down is still not close enough.

with every curve in every road i know, i take you with me your words, they are the wind they move me on. and like the sun you are always here you surround me. but there are days, knowing is not enough there are days the sun burning down is still not close enough.

love this love the flickering kind unspeakable but for the language of the kindred. this love, in fit and starts it leaks from corners of water-tight pretenses. this love, it waits patiently flames slow-licking bridges made of paper hold me now now now now i dont want to wait.

love this love the flickering kind unspeakable but for the language of the kindred. this love, in fit and starts it leaks from corners of water-tight pretenses. this love, it waits patiently flames slow-licking bridges made of paper hold me now now now now i dont want to wait.

i keep walking away away and away from you but i know i will find you still i will find you in the songs of the trees in the rain on my skin in the touch of every hand i will find you where it feels like home.

i keep walking away away and away from you but i know i will find you still i will find you in the song of the trees in the rain on my skin in the touch of every hand i will find you where it feels like home.

you, with your long limbed grace measured speeches and slow drawn smile. looking down on me, me with my child like ways tongue-tied silences and bashful eyes. you, so easy in your skin do i ever make you feel your age like you do me

keeper of butterflies in my stomach maker of music painter of stars. my fire-starter, will you ever love me? ever know my heart want me. take me. madness of mine my secret love.

keeper of butterflies in my stomach maker of music painter of stars. my fire-starter, will you ever love me? ever know my heart want me. take me. madness of mine my secret love.

some mornings, i like to imagine you rule the world; my man of steel. it is on these days i like it best. to taunt, unsettle drive you crazy. i like to know i like for you to know i rule you.

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