As one cried tears in exchange for the rain,
When they want to dance I call home.
Even though the words hurt now these days,
Pull the water from the clouds, did I say anything was owed?
Only by me. Bye.
See, if you read it that way you don’t understand.
And the words that are his that could sting when, even in my dreams, he’s gone these days.
He is a kind hand on the face screaming no when I keep going down farther and farther.
The hole of wishes, has no water at the bottom
Showing up uninvited as usual. I thought that was usual.
She says I will never be allowed there again,
I think she enjoys it.
Interesting to call the name of the only one brought across the line.
We didn’t know the words to say, will we ever?
It was past midnight, it was well past,
When the shadows split in half.
I hope he is only running from one, if I can catch it before it hits the bottom,
And show I love it, even before the sounds are sung,
Every coin has too sides, the separated children.
Argue as home watches,
Seeing through the disguise of every day.
Raw and broken beneath the surface,
Will you really find me?
Will anyone?
On this island created, that has been checked for it,
Found in the past, but these days it pretends.
It pretends, anyways.
In waking, I had to leave behind the first real conversation
I had in months, that connected all the pieces, and wasn’t filtered of him or you.
I wish I could sleep forever.
The hole whispers.
I don’t have a choice.
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