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[today]Dec 15th, 2006 5:12:45 am - Subscribe

lying in a net
of someone else's
golden star lights,
I can't help but feel colder.

breathing on borrowed time.
every touch burns;
every word aches-
beautiful cherished pinpricks.

and while each embrace
is bittersweet,
the empty spaces
are cold with desire.

repentance for tears
and loneliness in anticipation
but I can't help it;
I want you.

a swarm of what-ifs
swim round like fish
darting to brush my skin
sending a shiver

in dreams I fight
I'll scream at the mirror
don't look at me that way
we'll make it - we have to.

every chord played
upon my heartstrings
sick with longing
oh, I need you

I can't help it;
I need you

hopelessly holding out
against time
we cannot give in
neither in spirit nor words

a small, voiceless thing,
bound by root to earth;
I grow towards your fire,
careless that I may burn.

I can't help it;
I want you.

in some star-mariner's net
we lie shivering
in the light
confused, but together

life's unending traffic circle
at once
proves and disproves
the theory of forever

and I am afraid
you'll go, and leave me
stone-blind again;
strike the lyrics from my lips.

and you are afraid
that if we should part,
I'll not
breathe again.

I will always
breathe for you -
I can't help it;
I love you,

and words
are too fragile
to tie down
to this living feeling.

I'll hold your light
and quell your fears;
I will be there when
the stars fall into the sea.

how can I help it?
I love you.

[I am]impressed - look! it's MORE fish symbology!

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