December 2009
8 posts
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I can see the despair,
the conflict within you.
it shines off of your eyes as you speak
empty words through the glare of the screen.
He doesn’t love you, no one does.
and as i hold you so close
I feel you slip farther away.
maybe one night, i can wish upon a star
and all will be right.
Yea, and maybe i can wish upon a star
and we’ll be back the way we were.
unlikely, however...
red maple
earthtide:
Nothing more than a seed. I was buried by your gentle hands to one day tower over you. To live, to die, over and over again. To shelter you from a sun so bright. I heard your plans to circle the earth. All the lovely words you never spoke to her.