why did we cry when the **** kicked in?
its like we’ve always been
a black and white frame from a love filled scene,
or a joy filled dream
but when the morning birds sang we found ourselves not in the clouds
rather bound to the ground
the joy from the night before paved the way
for a bleaker reality,
one in which we could not see,
the subtle, right in front us,
everyday beauty
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 5:36 PM UTC
why did we cry when the **** kicked in?
its like we’ve always been
a black and white frame from a love filled scene,
or a joy filled dream
but when the morning birds sang we found ourselves not in the clouds
rather bound to the ground
the joy from the night before paved the way
for a bleaker reality,
one in which we could not see,
the subtle, right in front us,
everyday beauty
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