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Feb 2021
you're the first hit of a lollipop;
a sucker punch
you're the feeling in my stomach
when i revisit lunch
you're the way my body shakes when it needs caffeine
you're the world as it's collapsing there, on top of me

and ain't it sweet?
and ain't it grand?
i stopped it all to hold your hand.
but time moves quick, a year has passed
i'm tired of the games,
but oh, how your laugh...

it pulls me in, i don't know how
i curtsey still, you take a bow

and now i'm home, for i am dancing
into your arms, you're just a stranger
who wears his face

the man i knew

it's been too long, he can't be you

but if you're sorry, i guess you'll do
to manifest, it's so taboo
yet, i light the candle
i whisper prayer
to a god i don't think is there

and i am singing,
tears in my eyes
you loved my voice, but made me cry

and i am lonely
as i am typing
out my last letters
before goodbye-ing

i hope you're happy,
i miss your family
i hardly knew you
but i was falling

and now i'm lying
not in my bed
but to your back,
as all goes red

but am i angry?
or just alone
with the thought that
i'm growing old?

and when i'm greying,
will you be there?
spinning stories as i rock in my chair?
Kaliya Skye
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Kaliya Skye  24/F/California
(24/F/California)   
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