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ej Jul 2016
And I begin to wonder
When the rain will start to end
And my mind will become normal
And God's back will start to bend

When the sun will fall to Earth
And the ground will crack again
When my lover says hello
And my tender heart will rend

I will start to cry again
Eyes as streams of vitriol
And in myself I'll find a friend
Answering my heart's own call

There's a bridge beneath my feet
And there's smoke in my twin lungs
I'm scared this wood is burning
Searing through these fragile strings

I've been searching an escape
That which I cannot find
Buried so deep in this dirt
I'd be better off alive

So please, I plead of myself:
Save me
ej Jul 2016
Give me darkness so I
may

Become light
ej Jul 2016
For once, I'm warm in bed and
tired not because I'm a terrible
suitor to friendship but because
I walked two miles and gave up
halfway through

It wasn't a bad kind of giving up,
I just realized walking alone in
80-degree weather probably isn't
great for my physical health

I feel so good being myself;
I feel so comfortable without a crush
and I've got good music in my ears and
a good friend at my shoulder, and
all I need to be happy is all
I've got with me right now
ej Jun 2016
To deny pain is to deny growth;
to shy away from opportunity is
a waste of life

Accept the fear and blossom,
embrace the struggle and become
something greater
ej Jun 2016
I've likely written about you before;
I can't remember

I can't figure you out,
but I know it's simpler than I
want to believe

It's been more than a year and I
still miss you, I want to
sing with you and sit in the dust
awaiting your arrival

Promise you'll never notice what
I've done to bring us together, because
putting so much work into this is either
romantic or depressing and I'm afraid
you'll choose the latter
ej Jun 2016
There's no summer
without running into
lovers under the sun

Under the hot hot air,
you're beautiful beyond
simple conversation so
I'm sorry, but all I can
offer is a nod
ej Jun 2016
I'm either in love with the wild ones,
the ones who hide their fear with
humour;

Or the quiet ones, beautiful in a slow,
flowing way that catches the eye like dew
on a leaf in the early morning

I'm praying I'm lovely like you so maybe
one day I'll catch your gaze in that same way,
since too many times have I given up and walked away
when maybe, just one, it'll figure itself out
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