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You say you're lost
But that's not true
Whatever the cost
I found you
You are somewhere
Lost in your mind
You just want to be anywhere but there
You never thought anyone would find
You, but you never saw how much I care
This is the last time
Anyone will hurt you while your skin is bare
This was a crime
I can still hear the sirens blare.
it is hard
   to love
and feel that love
   is not returned in kind

it is hard
   to feel unable
to respond in kind
   to love so generously bestowed
   deep and sincere

it is hard to see
   what might have been
   a love together
even at a distance
   falling apart
   in silence and in tears
   because people and things
   have come between
in bad moments

it is very hard
   to lose
a lover
and
a friend

* *
Someone once told me,
that soul mates shared the same pain....

So I shared it from my core, a line straight to my heart.
It built the fiber of my being.

Some days I forget how soft the texture was,
How fragile the materials,

I found a way to make ends meet,
And I tugged away at the connection,

I kept pulling at your heartstrings,
Yeah, I yanked to pull you closer,

Thinking you understood my way....
But all I did was unravel you.

Starting at your heart.
Now I lay in a tangle of strings.

Don't know where the end is,
Don't know where the beginning went,

It's all knotted like my stomach.
Knowing I made you come undone.

There is a mess on the floor,
and it's definitely all my fault.

We can only know our own strings.
What binds us, what connects us,

Ultimately how to tear us apart
I've fallen into my own trap.

These Cris-crossed strings have made a net.
And I don't know how to get out again.
Mirrored eyes catch mine,
A smile -- springtime windows try
To light your dark home.
Once
There was an ephemeral man
Precariously balancing on the ephemeral moon
That choleric moon
Always coughing and sneezing
Knocking off that precariously balanced man.

That parochial moon
With its offspring jogging and frolicking about
Maybe one day, that ineffable cough
Will be stopped.

The right thing
What is it?
I wonder
If you do the right thing--
Does it really make
everybody--
happy?

The proletarian moon child
Cogitated this
Along with a myriad of others
While gazing at the ephemeral stars
From the ephemeral moon

Apocryphal writings claimed the answer
But the child couldn't find solace in it.
So he jumped off
To join the vacuous inhabitants
Of the Earth below.
Wow this is amazing. This is for Mr. Reese's TOK class block 5.
jk
When love and like aren't synonymous
I feel anonymous.
 Apr 2015 Christopher Lowe
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
 Apr 2015 Christopher Lowe
Sea
I wonder if I'll ever feel again
a romantic touch, or if I'm stuck
with the heat of the ****
forever
You're a mess,
And I'm obsessed,
Just kiss me when you go.
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