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pluie d'été Jul 2014
keep at it. please. laughing and crying
misery.
always gets the best
of me.
pluie d'été Jul 2014
we
are all humans
with blood
red
minds
swirling
hearts
beating
like thunder
and words
stumbling

(at least
that's what we
all
should be)

but we keep forgetting
and we move
our sites
over to someone else
and we press the red
button
we were told
never to
or pull the trigger
without seeing where the bullet
is about to go

and then we can smile
and laugh
and forget

the ruined buildings
and shattered skulls
pluie d'été Jul 2014
I waited
For the longest time
For a hero
To come save the day
(not even me)

But the end
Happened
The way it never
Should

And now I can't get the sound
Of a gun cracking
Out of my skull
Or the blood
Away from my eyes
(it keeps smearing
when i cry)

And all I feel
Is warmth
And red
And sand
Caught in my shoe

And you aren't even here
To tell
pluie d'été Jul 2014
all the reasons
for our feelings
are blown away

by the wind
carried by the stars

stirring
dying leaves

but our feelings
never seem to leave
pluie d'été Jul 2014
why do we laugh sometimes
when we don't mean to
and say words
that we immediately wish
hadn't spilled
from our lips?

why do we smile
when we really needn't
and why are we kind
to the people
who must be the most
unkind?

why do we pretend
everything is okay
when it's not
and try to ignite
our shadows
before they consume
someone else's light
just as important
as our own

why do we agree
when our soul screams at us
to stop
and keep silent
when we should be
the loudest?

why do we keep letting
honesty
be the lie
we avoid
pluie d'été Jul 2014
I think you must have
Pried open my jaw
And slipped your butterflies
Down my throat
Because when ever
I hear your voice
I feel their wings
Fluttering
Inside of me

Trying to get
To you
pluie d'été Jul 2014
we all make the main characters
in the stories we write
have blue eyes
if ours are green
brown eyes
if ours are blue
and hazel
if they're grey

just so that
no one can tell

whose secrets
line the pages
in our favourite font
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