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Ian
Poems
Apr 19
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Sky dons her ebon fleece,
So silent are the streets,
Town’s quiet but I
Can't sleep at all
I hurt the most come eve,
Jealous thoughts and scary dreams,
Why can't I just turn
My mind off?
But like snow in Summer heat
It just doesn't happen,
It just doesn't happen.
I wish we would never meet
But here you are again,
Here you are again.
I've not her gilded wings,
I've not his beauty,
Why do I lie and say I’m not
Another one of envy’s victims?
I tell myself sweet things,
But I still focus on this pain,
And I, I wish that I could shake you
From my thoughts
But like snow in Summer’s heat,
It just won't happen,
It just won't happen
I wish we would never meet
But here we are again,
Here we are again
No more is sky's ebon fleece,
Cold dawn in Autumn streets,
Another night where I
Didn't sleep at all
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Ian
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