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He looks so out of place curled alphabet pajamas against pale blue cotton sheets Leaving me intravenous tube tongue tied Wishing it was my veins the poisons were running through Cause this green eyed baby doesn’t know the opposite of life yet Shattered glass whispers from the hall slingshot my heart into my throat At six this reality should be as far away as Pluto This word that consumes life It should be tucked away in the closet behind any monster that lingers there when the lights are off He isn’t ready for the liquid filled lungs to take over and steal his breath He doesn’t yet know any synonyms for love or how you feel invincible in the arms of the right person He doesn’t yet know the imperfections that fill the world He still believes in the magic that spills out of his favorite books And still trusts without question He hasn’t had time to grow into the person he was meant to be I am not one to believe but lately I am thinking that Whoever fills the sky Please Let it be my lungs Let it be anyone but him
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Green Eyed Baby
He looks so out of place curled alphabet pajamas against pale blue cotton sheets Leaving me intravenous tube tongue tied Wishing it was my veins the poisons were running through Cause this green eyed baby doesn’t know the opposite of life yet Shattered glass whispers from the hall slingshot my heart into my throat At six this reality should be as far away as Pluto This word that consumes life It should be tucked away in the closet behind any monster that lingers there when the lights are off He isn’t ready for the liquid filled lungs to take over and steal his breath He doesn’t yet know any synonyms for love or how you feel invincible in the arms of the right person He doesn’t yet know the imperfections that fill the world He still believes in the magic that spills out of his favorite books And still trusts without question He hasn’t had time to grow into the person he was meant to be I am not one to believe but lately I am thinking that Whoever fills the sky Please Let it be my lungs Let it be anyone but him
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keah-rose
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
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