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Letters Unsent
03:10
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In calloused steps of gravity's indifference
I embrace your flames as my blood
The pointing hands I broke with falter
Mark not the dreams of mine
And just to think all you ever were
Was an image I have yet to find
You are a wound of vitality
The error of my ways
Now the only effigy I see
Artificial expression on a pretty face
A semblance of you
In this air that I breathe
Beneath the guise of
The paper's ash
And like you
It feigns to be sweet
A novel I read
In my recent past
A kiss as it glides to the dark concrete
A graceful throw from my hand
Nothing more than dirt at my feet
I leave your image to the desolate land
Curse your name
Damn your face
Throw yourself
From this familiar place
Clear my head
Avoid my eyes
Leave and do not
Say goodbye
A semblance of you
In this air that I breathe
Beneath the guise of
The paper's ash
And like you
It feigns to be sweet
A novel I read
In my recent past
Consider this the last
Of the letters unsent
The ink of which
You shall not receive
And I never understood
What you meant
Cause you never knew me.
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2. |
This, My Goodbye
05:31
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Inside a house lives a young man
Who sits
Counting grains of sand
The one he loves is not around
To lend a helping hand
She's not alone
She has her home
She gets calls on the telephone
She still has sorrow
She still has pain
She's had her pride and hope stained
And the calendar
Marks three-hundred days
She cannot see herself
Through these eyes
Mask the truths
With benevolent lies
All that had never come to be
A mere dream
That only angels can see
Well he does not understand
He feels his dry,
Empty hand
The thought of her
Rest in his head
Leaves him awake in bed
He's well aware
She is not there
Did she ever really care
She still has sorrow
She still has pain
But she is not the same
And the calendar
Marks three-hundred days
She cannot see herself
Through these eyes
Mask the truths
With benevolent lies
All that had never come to be
A mere dream
That only angels can see
Hello, hello
The one my heart will never know
She cannot see herself
Through these eyes
Mask the truths
With benevolent lies
All that had never come to be
A mere dream
That only angels can see
Hello, hello
The one my heart will never know
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Loiterer Virginia
Loiterer is the solo project of Jonny Rhodes. He plays music he likes, and he hopes you like it too.
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