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I'm sitting at the edge of my seat
on the edge of this cliff
at the edge of my sanity
looking up at the sun;
it's a total eclipse.
I've been blinded by desire
and my burned wings
have since been clipped.
When there is no tomorrow
time seems to pass you by,
you try to grab it
but you just let it slip.
  Jun 2015 Marisa Lu Makil
niamh
The gentlest of flowers
are constantly trampled
under heavy boots
I just can't tell anymore.
But if it will happen.
It will happen.
Or leave me behind.
It will make me happy.
Or it will make me cry.
It shall make me dance into the night.
Or cry on my knees.
I yet don't know.
The delicate sky glowed.
The pink and the blue transfixed me.
The clouds...oh so dreamy.
Such a lovely discovery to find and blind me.
Bear in mind that leaving behind such a kind and unconfined sky broke me.
Wishing to feel those wings on my back, spring from me and cling to the heavens.
And that's all I see in your glass eyes.
With you by my side looking at the timeless infinite sky.
When the grass cease to exist...
We shall be ageless.
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