Binded

Endings and beginnings converge at their creation
Blessing and dividing ourselves from divination
A dissipation of our own senses
where true emotion condenses -
As memories rain,
and pours down the drain
Soaking us in fault or doubt
Wondering what was it all about

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Even though we must take the right choices
Following none other than our inside voices
Our mind bends with what it finds,
It seizes every little mend and bind to be found sane:
-again and again -
One more time.
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I know you - and I am grateful for everything too.
But can't you see I'm trying not to hurt you?
Because I don't want a relation thing
I need my space for my well being
At the moment my head is not in a very good place.
I think I need to makes some changes, walk away and gaze at some new basis.
And you say you understand but - you don't act like you do - and now I'm left here not knowing how to
- act or react -
The old is never new - and
I really want to be your friend, but how do you think this is going to end - If all the intensity you lend wont mirror this truth?

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And even though we must take the right choices
And follow non other than our inside voices
Our mind bends with what it finds,
It seizes every little mend and bind to be found sane:
-again and again -
One more time!
-

While you sleep through the ideal
let a smile slip and kneel in front of the overkill
Seal the deal - with your inner evil
you can only provide for whats feeble,
its your own fable
You're the author between the lines lines inbetween the signs of an apparent serenity!
stupidity is serendipity
A seed of bone, a refraction
of whats already gone
eroded by the perfect conditions
to be erased in a few orgasmic exhalations.