Is smiling
there in the corner
At me-
For putting myself
in hell
without his help.

my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
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writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.

It’s a sonnet of suffering
inside my head.

You replaced the boredom
of an everyday melody,

broadcast a daily bulletin
of disparate emotions.

Then the cacophony of chaos
played out a performance.

Now the symptoms of you
mean misfortune for me.

the words i wish i could’ve said burn the most
how sweet it is
to slip into the embrace of indifference
replace anger with guilt
drown slowly

From the beginning till the end
I’ll watch through shattered windows
Admire your changing colours
And revel in your foreign fractured skies

I’ll watch as time takes your blues
Changes a day into a minutes worth
And steals the colours of the wind.
Watch as the night is born again.

I’ll remember your changing skies
As I fly towards your diamond stars
Forever you’ll be a distant sunrise
And a closer memory somewhere far

keep your eyes closed love.

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                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
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                                                               ­          t

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                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.