Fathoming Phantoms

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Its the vodka in her veins, burning and bitter
Or maybe its the hate that makes her look bigger
It could be her tendency to conquer and thrive 
But something about her just seems so alive.

Its the stillness of her lips, swollen and red
Or maybe it's the metal shell lodged in her head
It could be the prayers that the old preacher sighed 
But something about her makes me feel like she's died


Its the tears that she trapped and refused to free
Its the way she was strong when she was in front of me
Or maybe it's the way that she suddenly stopped trying
But I know for a fact that inside she was crying.

Its the way that she wraps that gauze over her eyes
Its the way that she swears on the Bible and lies
Or maybe its the way that her toes always curled
But I know for a fact that she carried the weight of the world.


It could've been when the shadows made her shine
It could've been that sunset that made her mine
It might've been that moment when her heart ceased to stir 
But somewhere along the line,

I fell in love with her.


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It could've been when the shadows made her shine
It could've been that sunset that made her mine
It might've been that moment when her heart ceased to stir 
But somewhere along the line,

I fell in love with her.

Leaves me aching and quiet under such beauty. Damn.