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An invincible force,
She can carelessly skid off course
Yet she stays alive, even without the sensation of touch
stripped of most, not left with much
Even with the aching pain, illusion of the not forgotten
Waves of delusion, both ancient and modern
written on my skin, whispers like the wind
Waves of delusion, both ancient and modern
written on my skin, whispers like the wind
Love lives without sight
Living in love
amidst a fight
Eyes unwittingly seeking, laying upon the image of all but it desires
Trapped in the muck and mire
She is giving nothing but the white light of spirit
She is flying high with the hawks, soaring freely through the sky
She is flying high with the hawks, soaring freely through the sky
Earning the prize of adoration, nothing you can buy
Impossible, Probable, Undeniable
Impossible, Probable, Undeniable
given without the notion of handing it over
She is a spring breeze, kissing the clover
She is here, breathing. She is you, conscious. She is me, living
She is the pure notion of giving
She is a spring breeze, kissing the clover
She is here, breathing. She is you, conscious. She is me, living
She is the pure notion of giving
Love is taken by its own unique connection to another
Love is an open field in a tornado, void of protection and cover
She is nothing and all
She can defeat and entrall
The sparkling in an eye
The tormenting in goodbye
The beautiful bend in the branch of the tree
Her cost is pain, yet is priceless, an enigma, given free
Love is an open field in a tornado, void of protection and cover
She is nothing and all
She can defeat and entrall
The sparkling in an eye
The tormenting in goodbye
The beautiful bend in the branch of the tree
Her cost is pain, yet is priceless, an enigma, given free
She is the foundation of any worthy notion
She is small as a speck and wide as the ocean
She is small as a speck and wide as the ocean
She is unpredictable like the roll of the dice
Sour lemon juice, burns with the sharp knife slice
Yet sweet as the strawberry red and ripe
No direction given from her desire
Sour lemon juice, burns with the sharp knife slice
Yet sweet as the strawberry red and ripe
No direction given from her desire
Yet here she burns, hot bright fire.
No inspection from his mind
Yet here we are, aligned.
Love alive with nothing defined
Love poised tall, strong and thriving
Knowing of nothing but surviving
Knowing of nothing but surviving
Growing like a weed,
strengthening our need
Up, across and down, resistant, strong
strengthening our need
Up, across and down, resistant, strong
Haunting with its ghost, unsatisfied that it wont belong
A unmistakable existence that has come along
Scratching to come undone
Feel her running behind you, so you cant hide
Turn around and she's gone, like sand in the tide
A unmistakable existence that has come along
Scratching to come undone
Feel her running behind you, so you cant hide
Turn around and she's gone, like sand in the tide
Familiar anguish of the invisible truth that exists
Washing gently over the empty wave of ruthlessness
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