~Midnight thoughts with the music playing. A book of poems.
Everything beautiful has its grey limits.
If thoughts and emotions are colors then they are a wide spectrum of shades that go from the sweet to the bitter. Yet our hearts and souls reach g...
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~As I forget the canvas that's your eyes I forget the freckles along your waistline
They rushed me in and sang their words to me they sound similar to your favorite song now a heavy wave of blue is this a dream?
My brother said girls were pretty and they were fun why are you awful and bitter now?
This is more than 'not meant to be' as you repeated to me 'What's meant to be anyway?' This moment right here
You're the confusing shadow of the universe, I can't seem to collect enough paint to color the boundaries of your soul To blend their darkness and try to give you ease I thought you were a painting I could fix but you're a song that brings me to my knees
You liked one thing about yourself Your hair I believe
You always rambled in my backyard as I imagine what it would be like if you loved me back Maybe we could share something art would be born from
I'm sorry I was too simple for a girl like you too skinny to ever do You wanted a man to lift your tiny body up in the air I'm sure they played your tiny heart many times as well
'Cause now that you left to escape love I began to fade just like the vision I had of you
No golden sandy hair No freckles everywhere No smiles to complete my day
Just the sound of my brother telling me to breathe... and my last breath was the thought of you here
.hope.
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