Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
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How to Be Mysterious
There is a trick to brushing your hair
from your eyes, to leaning оne-legged
against the lemon tree in your front yard
with a red ribbon around your wrist
to watch the white picket fence
sink into the white snow.
A mayfly dies the same day it’s born.
A long-lived mayfly.
Nothing in this world is unlike anything else.
So many people will ask you to be
beautiful and urgent, to discover
what you cannot have and desire it.
Don’t desire. Don’t despair.
Rain is оnly rain in mid-air.
A/G/
I slept there the night you said ‘I think I’m
falling in love with you,’ igniting a great unendurable
belongingness, like a match in a forest fire.
I burned so long so quiet you must have wondered
if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.
L/R/
i think it’s brave that you get up in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest
i think it’s brave that you keep оn living
even if you don’t know how to anymore
i think it’s brave that you push away the waves rolling in every day
and you decide to fight
i know there are days when you feel like giving up but
i think it’s brave
that you never do
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He sang so loud, sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbours would hear,
So I invited him in, just to reason with him
I promised I wouldn’t do it again
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I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No оne could fix it. And I did the opposite.