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 Aug 2016 the Sandman
tamia
doe-eyed darling illuminated in stage lights,
schoolboy wanderer with ambition,
devil-may-care child of Adonis—
you are an artist in every breath and movement,
your voice is music in itself,
you turn your struggles into rhyme and reason,
your thoughts are a mirage of pastels,
you are unreal, a canvas upon which
youth paints its wonders on

you are so in love with the world,
every night i look to the stars
and hope the universe lets you see as much of it as you please

*and oh, how i'd love to be by your side through it all
Three broken souls
Three broken lives

One broken home
If you trust
The Heavenly Father
He will lead your way
Through each and every day
He will lead you through
All strife, make you thankful
For each tribulation
Throughout your life
Weather It is pleasure or pain
You will understand
It is all gain
In Jesus Christ Name
♡♡♡AMEN♡♡♡
 Aug 2016 the Sandman
Joy
I think of you on airplane flights.
Head in the clouds
Dreaming of home,
The dizziness of touching the sky has gotten to me,
I swear
There was never much air up here anyways.
August, 2016
Somewhere
That icy feeling of loneliness is squeezing the heart of someone you know.
Sometimes
It's just easier not knowing.
Someone
Hasn't stopped thinking about you since you left them.
Something
Could have been worse had you not been there to make a difference.
Anytime
You think you're right, there's a chance you could be wrong.
Anyone
Could do it. Yet there you stand.
Anything
Could be everything to someone else.
Anybody
Will suffice when there's nobody to be found.
Anyway
There it is.
There was a time when you could make me fall right back to highschool.
The days of virginity and innocence.
Years between our encounters and you'd always be just beneath my breath.
So juvenile and oblivious to all the ways you'd disappoint.
So attached and forgiving.

I found myself at the end of your plank too many times.
Cannonball at my ankles.
Looking down your blade with the point in my neck.

I'll see you again soon...

I always used to feel.
But now I can't conjure the same devotion.
The image of you has finally muddied and spoiled.

I noticed this transition and felt the change somewhere along the way.
Affirmation that I don't need always live on that plank with my heels hanging off.
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