A Boy Wrapped in RootsHold my hand, my little dear Because I can feel it inside of me -A Boy Wrapped in Roots
It rips through skin and bone. And I will fall upon the flowerbed
And my eyes will close as I have grown So large inside my head and I will go To places where we shared and know But when I leave please hold my hand And wait for a girl who understands To take you far away from me While she kneels beside a boy Who didn't know how or who to love But a little girl with a bright blue gaze. And she takes her hands and digs a place Where I could fall into the land And roots will sprout up from
RotterdamWe walk on paths that turn from simple roads To ones where lovers love in codes (So maybe it’s best to move away to foreign lands where we can stay And stay until we fade into the countryside where all the green grasses flow -Rotterdam
Oh, and only you and I will know. We’ll know the endless sea of trees, Of walls and windmills and dresses’ seams from dancing ‘round the fading sky Oh, and only, only, you and I. But maybe we can take a friend and for always we’ll pretend that love works best when
There are three, and maybe them, and you, and me. We’ll protect the cobb
Okay so take 2.
Hungry
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Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
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