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Your smile says your load is large. when alone Your room feels like a crater parties feel ****** Questions regard beer **** or cigarettes No one wants to know How you are Just chug and run This is slow dance In the darkness of night I feel how your eyes wished for naught on an unknown number of stars When asked if you still believe. You say: *yes, The only way I sleep Is knowing I've asked nothing For something* In the yard I see they ask for nothing we wish for everything don't expect the granting of anything Nothing comes of it Yet, we cast wishes at the sky Not knowing where to aim I imagine this is why people pray Wishes are mobile, Portable, two quarters in my pocket My sister and I Throw them off the balcony Into the grass of campus We make it our wishing well; night sky Neither of our wishes come true It seems the wish casts back our chances In the morning I toss dozens of quarters Into the grass on my way to school Nothing will ever last as long as I keep wishing I remember how you told me *if the sun cannot make you calm when it has risen before you have maybe if you rise first You may be able to catch the dew as it collects on flowers Maybe this will let you breathe easy lighten your load keep you from wishing on Stars That owe you nothing*
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
Wishing on Blades of Grass
Your smile says your load is large. when alone Your room feels like a crater parties feel ****** Questions regard beer **** or cigarettes No one wants to know How you are Just chug and run This is slow dance In the darkness of night I feel how your eyes wished for naught on an unknown number of stars When asked if you still believe. You say: *yes, The only way I sleep Is knowing I've asked nothing For something* In the yard I see they ask for nothing we wish for everything don't expect the granting of anything Nothing comes of it Yet, we cast wishes at the sky Not knowing where to aim I imagine this is why people pray Wishes are mobile, Portable, two quarters in my pocket My sister and I Throw them off the balcony Into the grass of campus We make it our wishing well; night sky Neither of our wishes come true It seems the wish casts back our chances In the morning I toss dozens of quarters Into the grass on my way to school Nothing will ever last as long as I keep wishing I remember how you told me *if the sun cannot make you calm when it has risen before you have maybe if you rise first You may be able to catch the dew as it collects on flowers Maybe this will let you breathe easy lighten your load keep you from wishing on Stars That owe you nothing*
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Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
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