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 Feb 2013 Krysta Conklin
Duck
If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.
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Time has changed us,
But not what we've felt,
What we feel now

Change becomes a must,
Toss the cards we've dealt.
Happiness -- How?


Remember? Remember when I was
The clothes on your back,
The code on your phone,

The scent on your skin,
The love in your heart,
The world - from your view?

Words,
The words weren't spoken then,
You were that to me too.

Are we clinging to memories,
Can memories become new?
I never knew what was wanted,

Now,
Forever,
it is you.
Love was brought to me, on a silver platter, and I ignored it out of fear. Now, it seems, mutual love is lost, but my love is still there, inside me, and her physically.
I'm the breeze and the wind, the comforter and the friend
the blanket that covers your wounds
I'm the writing on the wall, the sighting that you saw
the maker I am the tombs
I'm the leader and the led five thousand eating bread
The seasons and the sands of time
Its the beauty from within running deeper than the skin
turning water into wine
I'm the day that is surrounding
by the night that is abounding
I'm providing sight
not just a guiding light
When you see my hands
Do you feel my might
Inside of all of the youth
I am The Truth
There is a boy
That I was
Absolutely enamored with
Awhile ago

I think part of what
Built up my
Obsession
Was our metaphors

“You’re so strong
Yet gentle;
So fierce but tender;
You’re nearly a lion”

“I can’t even stand how
Gorgeous you are
How you seem to know it all
My lovely, lovely Athena”

But the worst of all
What literally
Kept me up at night
Didn’t become a metaphor until today

We had a mutual love
Not of a typical interest
No; you see we were
Moon fanatics

He loved the moon
I loved the moon
And I have realized that I
Was ‘moony eyed’ over him

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