Heather Marie Mortimer

Lay low, my heart, for just awhile
And rest in sorrow's healing grip
For bitter pain brings bitter smile
To reanimate my frozen lip
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And did you love me on those nights?
When Heaven opened to pour our desires
And inspired these tender and wrathful fights
Not a cloud to cover what He may conspire.
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We pull petals from a daisy
Just to read our fortune
And push lovers to their limits
Just to know our portion.
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It isn't the end of the world, I know
But in a moments time I loved you so.
And now I'm defeated, I am prisoner here
Never so cold was my heart, nor so hot were my tears.
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Calypso and Cupid seem at a war,
Which dearer vice has conquered me?
Is it my passions' wrath burst from my core,
Or the strike which was not meant to be?
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There are many things I should have done quite differently,
I would have...
I could have...
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Shall I hold my tongue to be a wanton muse?
Give leave my heart to self-abuse?
In dreams and nightmares there is one vision
Which taunts my thoughts with sharp precision.
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I sit and think if you think of me
And if or when we are meant to be.
A little bit of ache, a little bit of tug
And all I can do for my heart is sit here and shrug.
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Round and round and round again...
To be honest, Oh God! I have missed all this pain
And I remember the heat of your voice in my ear
And your lips! How they made the whole world disappear...
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With your head, rest soft, against my thigh
I feel the weight and debt of all these wars.
I heard so many stories in your sigh,
Between unsettling rest and settling scores.
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Well, I don't want nothin...
I don't want you
And I don't want the moon
Yeah, I don't want nothin...
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Pain is what spurs us to seek joy.
Joy is what spurs us to seek pain.
To see either as lasting is simple misery.
Peace comes from walking forward anyway.
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In daydreams and nightmares, I may have what I seek
But in sunbeams my senses and actions grow weak
One step for another, yet far off is my goal
And the end lies inside me, but only when I am whole.
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When weary journey does not travel to rest
And heaviness of heart exhausts your limbs
In competition with Death may your mortality show best
That in your power you live by simple whims.
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Eternity seems like torture now...
With you gone and silent every day.
Only glimpses of shining thoughts remain,
And those weep heavy, when left to stray.
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And so my well-wishing thoughts go out to you:
That fate be kind and love be true.
That in your darkest moments you remember me
And all the light and love which my own eyes see.
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Gently break me, my love, and my whole would be yours
If you desire my whole whole, you may have it in scores.
If you held it safe in your chest, it would always replace
Every moment of darkness, turn every pain into grace.
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Unbreakable strength, why do you chide me so?
When I would joyfully be consumed of piteous woe!
For I be nothing of strength, save for frailty's endurance
Which knows nothing of passion's immortal assurance.
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O'er thickly laid dewdrops,
Holding moon in their face.
Under bright, polished stars;
I am home in this place.
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Travel sweetly, sick senses
Coax my lids into dream
Hush my thoughts into nothing
And awake I will dream.
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