the ignorance of his soul boiled inside those skeletons,
radiate the gleam through his eyes,
for him it's just a meaningless phrase,
for the rest it's a displeasure frame.
he didn't realize until then;
that it is his own self that light up the fire,
and burned everything up; for him to stand alone above his cluelessness.

She knows better than the other,
That this weight has brought her to the thing unknown,
Which slowly drowned her, deep and deeper,
Her riverbad is so much closer than her ceiling,
It's time for given all up,
So she does.
It's finally swallowed her entirely,
Left her anything but an enormous hollow,
And shaped the other version of her; bolder, stronger, and above all, full of lies.

How I wish, How I wish you were here.
We are just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running around over the same
old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears?

Wish you were here.

I hate this part.

It's when I'm standing 6 feet away from you and not being able to do anything but wait, while here my abdomen couldn't even compromise, it keeps shouting its voices showing it all off that all I want is you.

It's when the others laid their hands on you while I do nothing but stare, yearn for my moment comes faster.

It's when you are looking beautiful, stand firmly and brightly on top of that circular-shaped object with pointed end, ugh I don't know that I want you that bad.

It's only been 5 minutes, 5 minutes of waiting in a queue for my love, my lovely vanilla ice cream with butterscotch sauce.
5 minutes of eternity.

she sees it in the laughter of children
feels the vibrations of a song
hears it in the silence of the darkest night.
always a blue sky
a sunny day
the sails of her ship
billowing in a west wind

she is a shotgun and a prayer
would like 3 cats
a dog
the cabin in the woods with cable tv

she dreams of the open field where
the white horse always waits
ready to make the run
to a meadow high in the distance


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