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Sep 2016
My pen washes blue then green
From all the things left to see
I have not the heart to make seen
And all the things left to hang on
I ask myself 'has it not long gone?'
I'm met with self doubt and hatred
Though all I've taken sacred
Has bestowed upon me nothing
But tragedy and the toll has taken
To get here.

Of all the things it could be
I'm stuck on wishing "it could have been".
Treasure those close to you
Because the greatest things
Aren't shining metal rings
But the things you can't touch.
It is the pure emotion of love
Of feeling as though enough
Is more than a word to describe
The way a simple single light
Can enchant a dark tunnel.

Do not give up on those you love
For your heart will never forgive you.

Though the wave reaches the shore once again
It isn't the same wave that brushes on the sand
And you may smile from the sight or thought
But sometimes it's mere loss in a moment.


"I did not live in my words
Nor did death caught me
I am merely trying not
To end up lost at sea."
-Star Gazer ( A non existing figment of your imagination)
Star Gazer
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