Something to Hold

Ohh the pink lipstick disguises
The frequent black words
And the hiccups - she hides them.
 Lush like the forest of words in her mind,
She struggles to rise to her feet. 

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The setting sun puzzlebox up in the sky.
Twinkling pink letterbox catches my eye
The elephant schemes as I pray for some dreams
My eyes just spin like their stars.
Were all just some dogs chasing cars.

Oh call me forester out in your woods
Struggle through jungles searching for truth,
If our minds could just grow intertwined
Maybe you'd make it to me.
Just show me the way it should be.

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Paint me a picture with words I can feel
I know I can't drive myself home - I can see.
Were not all so sober - but fuck it I'm over
I'm looking for something to hold.
That girl in the pink fits the mold.

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Crocodiles in the Nile

Bittersweet sun, lost summer hopes and smiles. Tan like the backs of the black crocodiles. Sadness is a sickness best served in the cold. So the air conditioning runs till the sweaters unfold. I looked out the window and saw the last weeks. Craggy interior - ascents to new peaks. So let freedom uphold till the Fall collapses. I'll survived this winter too, like death and taxes. If the meek should inherit the Earth, let them wait until spring. I'm searching for something thats worth sacrificing. But I'm always looking for that summer smile That makes me wade up to my chest in the Nile.