Every ounce,
Every inch,
Of everything I could ever give to someone,
I would give to her.
Throughout nights,
I flinch,
At the dark craters left swiftly in my chest,
By a wild, Whirled Pie, tempest,
Out of time or memory,
Moments stolen with my emitting sunshine love,
Stain my heart with streaks of gold and green,
Granting gazes into gaping places,
Where I pine to be,
With her.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
Every ounce,
Every inch,
Of everything I could ever give to someone,
I would give to her.
Throughout nights,
I flinch,
At the dark craters left swiftly in my chest,
By a wild, Whirled Pie, tempest,
Out of time or memory,
Moments stolen with my emitting sunshine love,
Stain my heart with streaks of gold and green,
Granting gazes into gaping places,
Where I pine to be,
With her.
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