I lit you a birthday candle
and yelled at God
For the moments he has left me
Without you
Beams of clarity
Seem to remind me
you are what is missing
In isolation
In a Stranger's house
In waves of sleep
Where are you?
I want you to blow out your candles
I want you to rip open the gifts
I need you to be here
And I need you to be clear
Right
In front
Of my face.
the things I said make my eyes sore
The things I didn't do much worse
I'm angry at time for pushing us further apart
If only we could go back to the start.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:04 PM UTC
I lit you a birthday candle
and yelled at God
For the moments he has left me
Without you
Beams of clarity
Seem to remind me
you are what is missing
In isolation
In a Stranger's house
In waves of sleep
Where are you?
I want you to blow out your candles
I want you to rip open the gifts
I need you to be here
And I need you to be clear
Right
In front
Of my face.
the things I said make my eyes sore
The things I didn't do much worse
I'm angry at time for pushing us further apart
If only we could go back to the start.
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