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Don't waste your lips on words I've heard before.
Kiss my tired head.
And each letter written wastes your hand, young man.
Come and lead me to your bed.

You gave me hope that I'd not lost her.
And then thought it rather strange to see me smile -
as I don't... I don't do too much smiling these days.

She put on happiness like a loose dress
Over pain I'll never know.
"So the peace you had..." she said,
"...I must confess, I'm glad to see it go."

We're two white roses lying
Frozen just outside his door.
I've made you so happy and so sad,
which should I be more sorry for?

Come kiss my face goodbye,
the space below my eye and above my cheek.
'Cause I'm faint and fading fast, and I see a darkness and I shall be released.

I'll pass like a fever from this body, softly slip into his hands.

I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan

How long, my Lord, how long I sing this song
And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?

She'll stand before your throne and dressed in beauty not her own.
All soft and small, you'll hear her call:
"You brought me here, now take me home."

-Aaron Weiss