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Thursday, September 17, 2009

waltz with me


The clock stops moving
The awkward dinner goes on quietly
as if trying to reveal something.

Oh, won’t you please shut up already
I doubt there’s an answer anywhere as to whether we understand one another.
If that’s what you’re looking for,
why not just bring yourself over here.

I’m very afraid of kindness
so I end up crying, because you’re kind
Don’t dance on your own
because you’re afraid to hurt someone
Please waltz with me

By the time winter comes to an end
the frozen birds are afraid that they haven’t thawed, and will fall,
so they remain flightless.

How much longer can we go on
I’m sure you’d say
to the ends of earth
casting aside all the warmth as you did.

Why do you go on living so sadly,
even though you know eventually you’ll lose this
It’s not like you can believe in anything
with such sad expectations.



I’m very afraid of kindness

so I end up crying, because you’re kind
Don’t dance on your own
because you’re afraid to hurt someone

If you’re being burnt by a mysterious flame

cry out, and call my name
even just once, even if it’s the last time
Don’t dance on your own
because you’re afraid to hurt someone
Waltz with me.

Please waltz with me.

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