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May 2014
Dry eyes
Pink balloons
Satin sheets
Nothing is related to the other.
Nothing makes sense.
A thousand words are written
A million songs are sung.
The days are slowly churning, tic toc
Here comes another one.
Hello was for a moment
Goodbye will last forever
Yet inside this spec of time
Your face I still remember.
The way your auburn hair would fall
When you just arose from bed
Or how your smile lit the room
We had so many years ahead.
Staring down upon this stone
As the sunshine warms the day
I relive every moment
All the silly games we played.
Inside I'm numb to everything
I can't help but wonder why
We didn't get to live our life
Or why you had to die.
Teary eyes
Blue roses
Teacups
Nothing is related to the other
Nothing makes sense.....
Lyn Geist
Written by
Lyn Geist  California
(California)   
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