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May 2010
The orange sun yet sets again,
As my drifting thoughts so simply flutter over you,
I can’t help but keep my mind close, and near,
As it seeps through the cracks looking,
For your simple smile, something that could so easily break hearts,
Oh and I see, as all these tiny trees grow inches in the time it takes me to say not even a word,
To you,
And I can’t help but collapse in on myself, like a black hole slowly caving in,
I could name a star, some galaxy, after you,
But then where would I be,
I’m only yet falling, looking for these simple lies that keep us apart,
I’ve got a noose around my every lim and I feel so torn apart,
It’s so much harder getting out, once you’ve already dived in,
And it’s like,
A scary gravity, so strong that I can’t swim up,
I can’t look you in the eyes, for all I see are hopes and dreams,
And my own light, diminished in the dark,
So yet again, I fall appart,
And seep through rough cracks, water breaking rocks apart,
I am but blood dripping down a bland colored wall,
Beloved, and so it seems, like I am of the same thing,
All these things that I blankly stare at, thinking thoughts I’d rather have nightmares about,
No more than move inches and strive for the sun, that falls away every night,
What is day,
When I’ve lost all hope in night?
Written by
Tristan Claude
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