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Which is better To feel nothing But a halcyon calm Like a fine summer morning, Or to be ****** to and fro By the ice, spray, and lightning Of the tempest? To stroll the meadow, Or to climb the mountain? I've gone through both Yet the answer still eludes me I remain as ignorant as I was In the days of my youth But what I do know Is how my chest tightened How my breath caught When you sent me a message (Your very first) And how my lips impulsively purse As I peek at yours And at the speck of a mole Resting right below What I do know Is how I couldn't keep my eyes From straying towards your corner (Still can't) And how my hand trembled Just as I squeezed your shoulder Bidding you farewell Or how I've worn out my iPod Replaying Jay Chou's ballads As I sang my heart out to my steering wheel Numbly crawling through The maddening, seething traffic And how the breeze eats my cigarette Down to its filter As I stare up Dumbfounded Mapping out Tracing your face among the stars How my neurotransmitters **** me Closer and closer to a heart attack And how my soul weeps and bemoans The yawning chasm betwixt us While you sit there infuriatingly oblivious Chattering away about Warcraft and barley tea All these things are The few of what I do know The last of which Is how I'll never have you.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
A Priori; A Posteriori
Which is better To feel nothing But a halcyon calm Like a fine summer morning, Or to be ****** to and fro By the ice, spray, and lightning Of the tempest? To stroll the meadow, Or to climb the mountain? I've gone through both Yet the answer still eludes me I remain as ignorant as I was In the days of my youth But what I do know Is how my chest tightened How my breath caught When you sent me a message (Your very first) And how my lips impulsively purse As I peek at yours And at the speck of a mole Resting right below What I do know Is how I couldn't keep my eyes From straying towards your corner (Still can't) And how my hand trembled Just as I squeezed your shoulder Bidding you farewell Or how I've worn out my iPod Replaying Jay Chou's ballads As I sang my heart out to my steering wheel Numbly crawling through The maddening, seething traffic And how the breeze eats my cigarette Down to its filter As I stare up Dumbfounded Mapping out Tracing your face among the stars How my neurotransmitters **** me Closer and closer to a heart attack And how my soul weeps and bemoans The yawning chasm betwixt us While you sit there infuriatingly oblivious Chattering away about Warcraft and barley tea All these things are The few of what I do know The last of which Is how I'll never have you.
To the geisha.
twoweekbender
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
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