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if life was a clicheif life was a cliché, i could tell that it feels likeif life was a cliche by la-nausee
heaven in here. marks of your presence, lingering in the
air like love letters, shopping lists for the
most important dinner party of your life or death
announcements. that it feels like heaven, thinking
of your hands slowly moving, a thousand raindrops against
the moon-soaked windows at a vivid lisbon night, we are
dancing in the rain, your lungs gasping for more air to tell
i love you, i feel like i'm shedding my worn-out cuticle
to grow wings. if life was a cliché,
you would teach me the feeling of walking on clouds.
if life was a cliché, i would not be lying in here,
the apprehension of a new day rising with the sun.
i would not be thinking that heaven is not
the strongest word to describe this little corner of the
world where i think of you and only you, properly named
my heart - i would not be thinking of your hands
like an old-time healer, kissing everything better
and filling up the holes left.
Remember,remember,the fifth of november!|
The Gun powder, treason and plot.
I see of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
-Edgar Allan Poe
Current Residence: Stuttgart