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~ And I fall…down As the sunset of life reaches out to me in marmalade swirls…orange sherbet dreams I follow in loose footsteps, not sure of the bridges I cross or those burned in the process Alone I stumble on braided pebbles, scattered on this serpentine path, feeding my mind with thoughts Peering back on what was, crying when your picture finds me Dark tangerine tints line the sky now for the day…this day…my life shall soon disappear beyond the horizon Fading to a tiny speck, hiding in plain sight where no one can see…or care Finality sings its sad melody in fractured bar chords and minor notes As I again find you invading my soul, reaching down from my heart, the place you still reside And I whisper I am sorry…for the pain Collections of hurt I did not realize I carried beneath shiny bows and pretty paper Sending you away from me…my precious gift, the loss of all that was me…you Quicker my steps drive to that straight line illusion beckoning Darker still as minutes pass for I know this end is mine alone as the moon crests the sea and I fall…down
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
And I fall...down
~ And I fall…down As the sunset of life reaches out to me in marmalade swirls…orange sherbet dreams I follow in loose footsteps, not sure of the bridges I cross or those burned in the process Alone I stumble on braided pebbles, scattered on this serpentine path, feeding my mind with thoughts Peering back on what was, crying when your picture finds me Dark tangerine tints line the sky now for the day…this day…my life shall soon disappear beyond the horizon Fading to a tiny speck, hiding in plain sight where no one can see…or care Finality sings its sad melody in fractured bar chords and minor notes As I again find you invading my soul, reaching down from my heart, the place you still reside And I whisper I am sorry…for the pain Collections of hurt I did not realize I carried beneath shiny bows and pretty paper Sending you away from me…my precious gift, the loss of all that was me…you Quicker my steps drive to that straight line illusion beckoning Darker still as minutes pass for I know this end is mine alone as the moon crests the sea and I fall…down
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
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