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Cole Apr 2015
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Caffeine-induced daydreams and you appear.
All I know is this should be a nightmare
But I can't focus on anything except your eyes,
Those forgiving browns that never would say goodbye.

Tell me old darling have you been by our spot?
Where we would both drive an hour to sit and watch
Passenger planes that never seemed to land
And fireworks igniting the night, while your hand
Never left my thigh and mine your neck.
I tried so ******* hard to forget
Those endless star-filled eyes
That refused to share their glory with the unlit sky,
That knocked down my walls and pierced my soul.
For the first time in my life I felt completely whole.

Tell me my baby what's it like at work
To sit at your desk, look around, does it hurt?
Do you remember the night that we broke in,
Have flashbacks to the laughs and the teenage sins?
Our tracks, you tried so hard to meticulously clean
While I just sat, mesmerized by your smile's gleam.
Do you still walk through the park overlooking the bay?
It was saturated with rain that one summer day
You introduced me to art in all of its greatest forms
And our secrets were shared, promises sworn.

Tell me sweet honey do you dream of me too?
Reminisce the fond memories that passed by all too soon?
I can still feel my hands running through your soft hair,
Your warm arms wrapped around me with such care.
A constant comfort of soft words spoken,
Always putting me at ease, confirming emotions.
Each night I drove home with a smile so wide,
Your scent on me still, those eyes on my mind,
Together not knowing that sometime soon
We will have seen our final moon.

Why I'm thinking of you, I cannot guess,
But my mind's a mess and my heart's a wreck
So maybe, just maybe, I miss what we had.
To put the record straight– you've done a hell of a lot of bad
But this is a simple dream, not a grim nightmare,
So thank you, for all the wonderful moments we've shared.
I never liked the color brown before I met you.
Cole May 2015
I want to see sun,
But I am too exhausted
To open my blinds.
Cole Apr 2015
I have cried rivers and lakes
and even seas,
but never an ocean so rough and dark.

Your ship is in the distance
throwing life rings to other struggling souls,
as salt water creeps its way into my lungs.

Time passes.  Your eyes are visible now,
preparing to toss me a life line.
And you look straight into mine as you cut the rope.
But I will make it to shore alive.
Cole Apr 2015
Moonlight reflections off salt water
Bodies tan
Warm sand
This is home

Moonlight reflections off raindrops
Guitar strings strumming
Crack of lightning
This is home

Moonlight reflections off bare walls
Soft skin
Entangled limbs
This is home

Moonlight reflections off blue eyes
Inside, a beating heart
With skeleton armor

I am home.

— The End —