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Jan 18
the world used to be like a sad song
that rang in ears of lonely kids
who skated over cracks in the road,
broken bits of gravel
and down hills before crashing
and scraping skin
that scars.

we, the young ones,
were deaf
from those songs we loved
and our knees
weren’t familiar anymore
beyond those cuts and bruises.

Oasis lulled me in these days,
and taught me
about fleeting romances,
fleeting relations in a whole.

sing a sad song,
they told meβ€”
and then Oasis faded into the sun
my ears opened and scars faded with light.

then my eyes found her,
like a real oasis,
where i could find solace
in a concrete desert and remember
that the lot of the scars,
got me here.

and remember that
there’s angels in this deaf ****,
guiding us from heartbreak
and steep hills.
Written by
J L S  18/M/dallas | nyc
(18/M/dallas | nyc)   
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