Monday, December 13, 2010

Crack

You've given me the fire
Who knew it'd be you
I recall so well how easy it can be now
All the pieces of my craft come together

So you say you can hear me while the door is open
I'll be standing here commanding you to get it together
You'll pull away, you might come close
But you'll still be anaware
Babbling through the closed door

What could I possibly say?
Why put in the effort?
Perhaps I should lift my arms and twirl away
Spinning to a Voice that's got everything on you

So you say you can hear me while the door is open
I'll be standing here commanding you to get it together
You'll pull away, you might come close
But you'll still be anaware
Babbling through the closed door

- Desiree` Magee

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