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Fey Dandelion Aug 2014
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Was I wrong to ask you?
To leave a note for my heart
For a brief moment,
You’d stand there and pretend we were never apart.
I wrote to you in simple ways no one would notice
Wrote misled letters addressed to someone else
But they were indeed for you
I wonder every night if you knew
One day you stopped looking
For crevices
There was no way to return
No way to answer
No way to know
Was it for me?
Or was there never a letter
I wondered every night if you had known
Those words hid themselves crudely
Because they were indeed for you
But you wouldn't have known
Fey Dandelion Jul 2014
Your yesterday when the nights are sweet,

You run wild without care, the universe in your eyes

So raw and bare

When your soul was cradled and your worries invisible

How you wish you could go back?

To what was once home

To what was once your own

Without lines on your face

Without darkness in your eyes

Back then when you have not known

The world so meek so true, with glee

When your soul was cradled and your heart is new

Now it’s all dull, it’s all broken and used

Body and soul, filled with exhaustion

Back then the nights were sweet,

Unlike now where you count the things you haven’t done so you can sleep.

Fingers aren’t enough for those things you should have said

Your dreams now haunted – they count you down before you go to bed

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