this is me o.o

Well I'm so sad tonight
And the words won't come out right
It's been a long day on the track
And its stamina that I lack

So won't you run to me tonight?
Tonight we could pretend that we're just lovers
But I'll only ever be a middle distance runner

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“Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

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Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
I had the swirl and ache
I craved strong sweets, but those
Now no joy but lacks salt
Of tears, the aftermark
When stiff and sore and scarred
The hurt is not enough:

The flow of- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

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I'm just a dreamer but I'm hanging on
Though I am nothing big to offer
I watch the birds, how they dive in then gone
It's like nothing in this world's ever still

And I'm just a shadow of your thoughts in me
But sun is setting, shadows growing
A long cast figure will turn into night
It's like nothing in this world ever sleeps

Oh sometimes the blues is just a passing bird
And why can't that always be
Tossing aside from your birches crown
Just enough dark to see
How you're the light over me

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I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

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