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I told her, He'd, Regret it, That she holds the stars, And he was too busy asking, Why she held them, So tightly, Words come under Snapshots of looks that Have effects, So long, So deep, It's a memory on our make-up, I want to put a fist through his face and heal him Back up, Just to break it Again, I want to make poems That make her famous, So that people look to Loved ones And smile knowing That they exist, I want to remind her How the ocean air feels And tastes When she feels at home, I want to remind her, That she makes me feel at Home, So that for one minute, She would feel the Freedom She gives me freely, But, Realizing you are human And Knowing, That on the other end of the silicon and circuits, Lies a greater distance, Than just the thousands Of miles that make it up, So, I speak, In shakey syllables, Aboot distorted dreams That come out as "I'm sorry's" and Weird eye twitches In front of showers Because I want to drown in Thoughts and forgotten conversations I should have held tighter, I spoke with uneasy words, Telling, You, That he'll regret it, You spoke with broken typed words, "I dont think Think so." We always do. Because you hold the stars, And I, Kept asking, Why you held them, So tightly.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
Uneasy Words
I told her, He'd, Regret it, That she holds the stars, And he was too busy asking, Why she held them, So tightly, Words come under Snapshots of looks that Have effects, So long, So deep, It's a memory on our make-up, I want to put a fist through his face and heal him Back up, Just to break it Again, I want to make poems That make her famous, So that people look to Loved ones And smile knowing That they exist, I want to remind her How the ocean air feels And tastes When she feels at home, I want to remind her, That she makes me feel at Home, So that for one minute, She would feel the Freedom She gives me freely, But, Realizing you are human And Knowing, That on the other end of the silicon and circuits, Lies a greater distance, Than just the thousands Of miles that make it up, So, I speak, In shakey syllables, Aboot distorted dreams That come out as "I'm sorry's" and Weird eye twitches In front of showers Because I want to drown in Thoughts and forgotten conversations I should have held tighter, I spoke with uneasy words, Telling, You, That he'll regret it, You spoke with broken typed words, "I dont think Think so." We always do. Because you hold the stars, And I, Kept asking, Why you held them, So tightly.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
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