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I see you, In greater conversations And small Talks, Lost in time, But, Weighted in a reality, That the years Exist, Through small lines, Near your eyes Are histories, That most miss, I see you, In stanzas of songs, Reminding you Of home, Nights of sweat and smoke, Paired with a hopeful abandon, Of living forever But praying for death By Their kiss, I see you, In prose and rhymes, Of books upon books, With eyes heavier than The pride, You wish you saw in your father's, The legs sore, Because you forgot what it's like To not try to run, I see you, In the moments, In the In between, The indescribable Deep breath photographs That make up the flashes Of phone calls and razors edges On linoleum, With Fate's scissors Being put back in the box, I see you, Through the hidden smiles, That convey a sense of mystery, Forcing my uncontrolled Outbursts, To see what other Smirks and eye rolls That even you are surprised When they are uncovered, Like the gaunt archeologist I treasure them, And put them on display At my memories museum, I see you, In the days You are away, When shirts and the sounds Of morning coffee contemplations Are the only things Keeping me sane, I see you, In future momentary messages, And past years pudding proof, That with all the moments, Yet lived, That Will let me, See you.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
I See you
I see you, In greater conversations And small Talks, Lost in time, But, Weighted in a reality, That the years Exist, Through small lines, Near your eyes Are histories, That most miss, I see you, In stanzas of songs, Reminding you Of home, Nights of sweat and smoke, Paired with a hopeful abandon, Of living forever But praying for death By Their kiss, I see you, In prose and rhymes, Of books upon books, With eyes heavier than The pride, You wish you saw in your father's, The legs sore, Because you forgot what it's like To not try to run, I see you, In the moments, In the In between, The indescribable Deep breath photographs That make up the flashes Of phone calls and razors edges On linoleum, With Fate's scissors Being put back in the box, I see you, Through the hidden smiles, That convey a sense of mystery, Forcing my uncontrolled Outbursts, To see what other Smirks and eye rolls That even you are surprised When they are uncovered, Like the gaunt archeologist I treasure them, And put them on display At my memories museum, I see you, In the days You are away, When shirts and the sounds Of morning coffee contemplations Are the only things Keeping me sane, I see you, In future momentary messages, And past years pudding proof, That with all the moments, Yet lived, That Will let me, See you.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
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