i need guitars
to drown confusion
from my mind
i need elegance of thought
and songs written on sidewalks
my dreams are dressed in fog
like those that dance behind
painted eyes
music sings my sickness
robs my lonely package
its pain
my choice of addiction
that a needle can't touch
music says i am the girl
you wanted to love
but i am the glue that
stuck myself together
because you didn't
i need air and space
and hope by the boat load
i'm releasing the soft hold
you had on me
the rope that enchanted
the stars
and drained the longing in my
cello heart
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