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I see rivers Washing away the left over dust Ashes within the air The world is on fire I see dandelions Blowing up into the air Endless wishing, wanting, yearning Where will the remains end up? I see eyes That genuinely smile back at me That clenches my heart and surrounds me with warmth All at the same time But where will this end up? I see you Holding me bare flesh and flesh As you embrace me with your touch But hold on... Do you want to be with me? I see myself Holding my heart with my hand over my chest Unable to realize what I have lost Was it even there? I see an endless dialogue Filled with angst, resentment, despair As you tell me... "I've been thinking" "No, I don't want to be with you" I see gifts Left in the graveyard of my small chaotic room They were meant for something, someone, me These gifts are memorials of the memory Of you. I feel you, beloved You are still there within distances and the faint memory of your smell I can't help to love you But these memories are here to withstand The jolting realization "I don't want you. It ends here"
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
unrequited love
I see rivers Washing away the left over dust Ashes within the air The world is on fire I see dandelions Blowing up into the air Endless wishing, wanting, yearning Where will the remains end up? I see eyes That genuinely smile back at me That clenches my heart and surrounds me with warmth All at the same time But where will this end up? I see you Holding me bare flesh and flesh As you embrace me with your touch But hold on... Do you want to be with me? I see myself Holding my heart with my hand over my chest Unable to realize what I have lost Was it even there? I see an endless dialogue Filled with angst, resentment, despair As you tell me... "I've been thinking" "No, I don't want to be with you" I see gifts Left in the graveyard of my small chaotic room They were meant for something, someone, me These gifts are memorials of the memory Of you. I feel you, beloved You are still there within distances and the faint memory of your smell I can't help to love you But these memories are here to withstand The jolting realization "I don't want you. It ends here"
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Sid-Eli
American
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
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