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Liz Anne Dec 2011
If you're wondering
What I think of you

I don't.
Liz Anne Dec 2011
What if all the street lights turned red
And refused to change their ways
What if all the people in their quick-paced cars
Stopped their fast-paced ways and listened
To the creaks in their grandmothers' houses
What if they learned to love their own ghosts
They might finally see the wisdom in a child's eyes
What if they smiled for days gone by
And they called all those friends and lovers
They'd once lost to rush of it all
What if they all sat down to a wooden table
With bare feet tickling grass in glistening summer heat
What if they took the time to laugh a while
To dance free and wild and sing to the songs of youth
But what if the lights changed their minds
And what if they returned once more
To the fluorescent green of daily bustle
Perhaps the people would miss the hurry
What if they all went back too?
Liz Anne Dec 2011
I'm feeling stuck
How about you?
I'm considering
Maybe coming

Unglued

Just for fun
How about you?
Liz Anne Dec 2011
I can feel it when you fall
The little pieces and all

I know all the biting complications
Every coming and passing frustration

I see each cloud that passes your eyes
One by one they fall into a deepening sigh

I refuse to see you crash or lose
Your strength will be found in the bruise

And yet

I can't tell you any of these things
Without the brutal stings

Of love denied
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Red-rimmed faces often betray
The vices of a lonely night
Calm is strong but so surreal
Are the gestures of those so placid
Sunken traces and fallen graces
Give truth to lies where you have tried
To cover and hide broken scars and fresh mars
Unspoken threats become promises of regret
And I am beginning to miss the glimmer
Of hope now left to dissipate
As one love kills another
Once again I'm left to care
For a blank and broken stare
Clear eyes are my disguise
For the drug you are
To me
Liz Anne Dec 2011
I am happiest when I see the moon
When there are no stars to complicate
The beauty of a glowing face
It's perhaps the second most beautiful
Thing to see

But still the first would be
You
Sitting here gazing
-As I do the moon-
At me
Liz Anne Dec 2011
Darkness growing
My darkness has wings
Does yours?

Melancholy moaning
My scars are cleverly hidden
Are yours?

Madness brewing
My crooked thoughts won't show
Will yours?

Love controlling
My heart isn't always open
Is yours?

All these things I do
To save me
From hurting you
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