About A Taboo Subject
And they laugh as the bricks go up
And they laugh as the smoke begins to appear
And they laugh as the sharks begin to circle
And they laugh as the skin begins to quiver
And they laugh as the artistry stops
And they laugh as humanity freezes
And they laugh as her limbs fall off
And they laugh as buildings burn
And they laugh as she turns to go
But at dawn she'll come back around her raven hair swung to the side
At dawn she'll come back around with petunias blooming inside
At dawn she'll come back around with stardust in her eyes
At dawn she'll come back around with strength inside
At dawn she'll come back around with lambs running up her arms
At dawn she'll come around with the lion in her roaring to be tamed
At dawn she'll come back around with a waterfall in her belly
At dawn she'll come back around with her respect in tact
At dawn she'll come back around with spirit in her ears
At dawn she'll come back around with a glow in her thorax
At dawn she'll come back around with fist fulls of love
At dawn she'll come back around with a crown of dignity atop her head
Love Like A Record Store
Her love was like vases kept on the shelf
Untouched by regular things, shining beautifully in the sun
But picked flowers no longer grow
And are only beautiful for the week they last
Her love was like a record store
Known only to those who know
Tender, home and pure
Vinyl is so breakable
Yet endures, endures, endures
Her love was that fairy tale you crawl into
At night when you are so afraid
The one where the snow falls gently
On your uncovered head
And you pause
to welcome it's kiss
a million times in thought and deed
Her love is a comet
Never seen
Her love is everything special and magical
in every world
you've ever been.
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