26.3.11

14 Feb 2011

I. you look right at me as you speak
and say it'll be okay, and don't
cast the shadows in the bleak
bleak corners erected by my twisted architect

II. the sounds are simple and unique
the syllables smooth soft and soothing
smooth, soft, soothing
maybe it's your voice
maybe it's your touch
maybe it's the combination
of decibels and

III. all I know is that when it's too much,
and the world's too rough
you can rush in
pull the lush in
make it sweet
make it sugar

IV. cuz I get so bitter

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