She pulls for the flicker of your smile and the
Flutter of paradigm and perfection, and
She'll be calling to be sure you haven't gone.

And she stings for the golden and the
Silver in your eyes, and a prayer
That she'll fall into open arms.

You think that she's what holds you up
And The stars would swear you keep her up at night.

(Like a paradox from pestilence
A silent plea for competence
And a wish that she might fall into your arms)

transparencies in melodies and
Like the stories you read through her stare
She lives for the dream of being swept off her feet.

And she lies for the simplest sake
Of getting somewhere, and she'll hurt
so your pain can recede.

And it seems she's barely holding on,
But she's scared she may be holding on too tight.

(And Like clichéd immobility
And long forgotten elegies
A wish that you might keep her in your arms)

And she will wait...
 
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