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My heavy weighted eye lids crack open, my mind retreats from a far away place. Dazing at the white canvas above me, I lie motionless. The day I first saw her, I blink. Our first kiss, Two blinks. The day she said I Love You, Three. Her eyes filled with torment, a scorching flame trickles down her cheek. I am no longer motionless. I inhale the shrapnel of my poisoned mind. This makes the world much more beautiful I say, knowing someday you will never see it. I exhale. Kiss, hug, touch, feel. Nothing more than ink blotched on a peice of paper. Blow it all away I said, for your troubles are far worse than mine. You think you are hurt? You think you can sleep at night without dancing with the shadows of the past? I can't, for that is I. Look at lust directly in its eyes, look at love without any lies. You are nothing more than a passing wind, I was everything, why does it feel like I sinned? But all is lossed in the morning, a shame there wasnt a warning. The sun shining high, There is one thing I can do, and that is say goodbye.
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Good Mourning
My heavy weighted eye lids crack open, my mind retreats from a far away place. Dazing at the white canvas above me, I lie motionless. The day I first saw her, I blink. Our first kiss, Two blinks. The day she said I Love You, Three. Her eyes filled with torment, a scorching flame trickles down her cheek. I am no longer motionless. I inhale the shrapnel of my poisoned mind. This makes the world much more beautiful I say, knowing someday you will never see it. I exhale. Kiss, hug, touch, feel. Nothing more than ink blotched on a peice of paper. Blow it all away I said, for your troubles are far worse than mine. You think you are hurt? You think you can sleep at night without dancing with the shadows of the past? I can't, for that is I. Look at lust directly in its eyes, look at love without any lies. You are nothing more than a passing wind, I was everything, why does it feel like I sinned? But all is lossed in the morning, a shame there wasnt a warning. The sun shining high, There is one thing I can do, and that is say goodbye.
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
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