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 Dec 2019 Slightly Lovely
Jack
Rain
 Dec 2019 Slightly Lovely
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
Do the flowers mourn when one is picked?
I know that question is kinda morbid and sick.
But I’ve always wondered if they somehow know,
Like for weddings and birthdays that it’s their time to go?

Do they feel sorry for lovestruck dames,
That pull off petals whilst saying their crushes’ names,
That pulled the last petal on “He loves me not”?
Do they feel bad that she’s distraught?

Do they compete on who’s the prettiest?
Each person has an opinion of which flower is the best,
Of their looks are they actually aware,
Do flowers even care?
I carved her name upon the dawn
So every morning might be with her
But as it rose It grew too bright
And closed my eyes
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the sky
To keep her near me every day
But nightfall came and cleared the light
And all was dark
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the moon
To stare at her throughout my nights
But tired eyes are sneaky foes
And sleep prevailed
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon my soul
Love not just with me when I look
But every day and every night
And in my heart
Yet still I saw her there
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
We write out secrets in our art
so the dark can tear us apart
every lie, every lust, every slight
Just so we can sleep at night
//On Secrets//

Nobody even knows I write poetry
I turned my wishes to verses
And sang it to the universe
And to my surprise, my desires
began to appear before my eyes
She must have enjoyed my tune,
My words & reality, she attuned.

Speak your wishes into existence,
Your tongue is a powerful tool
Whichever you say: "I can" or "I can't",
Ultimately becomes your truth.
Consciously pick the words that
proceed from your mouth.
Choose gracious, lifting, life-giving words.
 Nov 2019 Slightly Lovely
Andrew
I've seen you from the birth of time,
Before stars now stuck in oblivion.

I've seen it all yet not enough.

And I miss it all,
what has come and what will be.
missing the endless
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