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You were like the pieces of A jigsaw I claimed you when I was a toddler Every evening we stood in The backyard and hid from the Pigeons Every night we laid on the grasses And counted the stars My hands are shivering now And I'm too **** old for any reconciliation My will has flown And to this impetuous wind It surely has blown You're writing these verses With your blood stained fingers I'm trying to forget Every word I said. Back in the second grade you Gave me roses and I thought We're beginning to collapse And build this new dome of love But the meanings and emotions At this very tender age Knew no bounds Crept away Kept on moving endlessly Like those horizontal lines you drew In my notebook I still have those pages Buried them with you Kept them with my soul. Today when I stand on the bridge The bridge where your car collapsed There's an eerie silence There's a horizontal cross An immeasurable distance That can never be crossed. I watch as every alphabet on that letter Gravitates towards the floor And my hands, my blood stained fingers recall that night you were murdered That's what you told. Someday the lies we say, consume us. Someday this demise will become an old tale. The truth with stay with me Vertically hitched.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
Horizontal drift
You were like the pieces of A jigsaw I claimed you when I was a toddler Every evening we stood in The backyard and hid from the Pigeons Every night we laid on the grasses And counted the stars My hands are shivering now And I'm too **** old for any reconciliation My will has flown And to this impetuous wind It surely has blown You're writing these verses With your blood stained fingers I'm trying to forget Every word I said. Back in the second grade you Gave me roses and I thought We're beginning to collapse And build this new dome of love But the meanings and emotions At this very tender age Knew no bounds Crept away Kept on moving endlessly Like those horizontal lines you drew In my notebook I still have those pages Buried them with you Kept them with my soul. Today when I stand on the bridge The bridge where your car collapsed There's an eerie silence There's a horizontal cross An immeasurable distance That can never be crossed. I watch as every alphabet on that letter Gravitates towards the floor And my hands, my blood stained fingers recall that night you were murdered That's what you told. Someday the lies we say, consume us. Someday this demise will become an old tale. The truth with stay with me Vertically hitched.
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Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
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