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| bruce zachary lundgren |  | 1. Brevity is fundamental to beauty There’s no beauty in 'I’ll see you tomorrow' or grace in standing still given those star cross'd lovers two more years and she’d have never been the sun now tangled up caught in the eye of this beholder is one sleepless night on the last day of summer found in one last look one last look took twice as long as the first with goodbye's like flowers in your hair and eyes 2. writing on her arms the sun rises when I pick up a black pen and write I hope I hope I hope on her off-rhythm arms addicted to songs slower than heartbeats skin holds memory that the vodka would erase and seeing her is the saddest movie two people walk in, say come with me she's trapped until they fall asleep because her eyes don't work that way and she locks herself in the bathroom my fingers shake as I hope I hope I hope on her arms I hope on her arms she tells me to look up and remember razor painted stars dripping a tiny smile across red lips and almost we're not lost in the dust and clouds for a half split second 3. Bleached hair funny, we all learned the secret fixed the problem with a color much brighter than gold could never hold us back laugh, it's all a joke fit tighter to burnt skin and oversized eyes we break and lose every summer smile, there’s others like us in castles on the hill so let’s bleach our hair skin thoughts and unique colors away no one will miss them anyway 4. words to sleep with summer nights do last forever summer nights do not with lying sleeping smiling best two out of three without you and winter brings a drywall fist fight in slow song timing and a slow dance patience fight the distance with a losing punch across miles and miles and miles let’s kill pillows and slaughter sheets so lonely, so without warm sensitive skin wishing we’d fall again wishing we’d run into one another walking again let’s just fall again 5. Stone Bridge Girl remember it was only a kiss it was only a kiss until she broke the skin and grew, spread out over blankets and beds sleeping, dreaming for maybe dreaming of collars up cards down dreaming of a delicate balance a cold, heavy weight at the bottom of her she let me on but wouldn’t let me cross she let me on and hung me on a cross to see, to dance around, to sing the best deceptions the best except, good thing she kept saying yes yes, yes, yes and no way in hell she’s ever cried because the only drops on granite show up when it rains | |
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