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Thomas Conlan Aug 2017
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Spring is fun, spring is cool
Spring is too cold for the pool
While summer is one thing that spring is not
Summer is free, summer is hot.
Summer's scene is filled with flowers
But here we sit in spring showers
Sheltered poorly from the rain
Umbrellas too short to be a cane
This is where I got to know you
A friend but now you're new
Special from each sink in sand
To when I reached and held your hand

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The threat of storm carries disaster
Until I fall into eyes of azure
Where opposites of the world entwine
Holding hands in showered sunshine
Spending way more than half
You teach me how to laugh
Tired, but never so awake
Torment that we can take
Worse, we part again with goodbyes
But I leave dreaming of blue eyes

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The taste of temptation on my lips
From your softly sweetened kiss
Another night of missing sleep
But this moment is ours to keep
Through this forest of paper trees
We found warmth from the blowing breeze
Smiling with each minute we spend
But our midnight meet needs to end

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The moment that lasted forever
Was when I asked you to be my
More-than-a-friend

No matter the actual passing of time
This moment couldn't end.
Joyous anticipation
Seemingly perfect timing
But your hesitation hurt my motivation

I'm still stuck in that moment
Between yes and no
My heated passion
Ready for the blow
This is the moment known as forever
Right at the peak of me
Falling for her

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The words that hurt the most are the ones not said at all. One Moment, we're soaring and now it's just the fall. While I fell for you Before, now I fall because of you. No chute, no net, no chance of Coming out of this one alright.

This ship's gone down without a fight

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Each twitch of my eye is you in disguise
Every bit of warmth in my hands
Are your fingers slithering through
The very thoughts that haunt my mind are always you

The ghost of you is now a part of me
Every sorrow you've seen, I now see
Mourning the passing of this passion
My mind turns again to ration
These feelings
These memories
They're symptoms of a disease

Hauntings of a ghost that I find has made its home inside my mind.

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Time has stopped
And so will I
The world moving
So I'll try
To be content with this
The end
And how I've come to lose a friend
The interesting thing about this poem I find is the story behind it, so if you'd be interested in knowing more about this piece of work, just send me a message and I would be happy to talk about it.

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