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grace Jul 2014
the only name that
you could not even utter
was your very own name.
grace Jul 2014
it's you and i and
the things we are not and the
things we'll never be.
grace Jul 2014
the days go slow
but the years fly
and that is the distance
between you and i.
grace Jul 2014
the last time i saw
the way you smile at me
i wept and i wept
grace Jun 2014
i can't get you out of my head.
you're stuck there,
you and the words you said.

they were few, calming, reassuring.
i had been underwater for too long
i found myself in your arms.

sweet, thoughtful, dry.
your gaze was loving
against the baby blue sky.

i felt healed, sane.
i felt better than i have in years.
my composure was there again.

i had wished it had lasted,
i wished you could've stayed.

then i found myself alone, horribly alone,
in the purple light, along the shore
in my room.

cruel. cruel. cruel.
things always end.
but our moments accrue
and i am thankful
for the help that was sent.
based off a dream I had on march 2nd.
i wrote the beginning to this when i had the dream, but then never finished it.
i still, on june 1st, just under 3 months after, remember this dream as vividly as it happened.
grace May 2014
cool breath of
frigid air.
i spread my arms
above the sea.
feel the wind whip
through my hair.
i've come to terms
with what i'll be
and i'll enjoy my time
free of care.

the birds cry, their
echoes dance over the trees.
catch a feeling of what
only yesterday can bring.
escape from blinding
traffic lights on streets.
open my lungs &
feel the air beneath my wings.
my eyes fill with tears, but
for once, not from sadness.
draft #2 for a thing............
grace May 2014
the stars
above my head
sparkle.

i've never seen a night
quite as bright
as this one.

my eyes are open
and they are clear
for the first time.

the dewy grass bends
beneath my feet
as i go.

i feel the cool
air against my cheeks
and whip through my hair.

i raise my arms
above the sea as the
night calls to me.

i've come to terms
with what i have
and what i'll be.

the echoes of the birds
ring in my ears
and up in the sky.

i catch a feeling
familiar, settling
of yesterday.

the stars are the
only blinding lights
not street lights.

open up my lungs
feel the air beneath my wings.
my eyes fill with tears
but for once, not from sadness.
working on a poem for a thing. attempt #1. dont love it but won't count it out.
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