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wren cole Jul 2016
Stop talking for two seconds and maybe you could hear the cicadas outside
But probably not, given the screaming in your mind
Things are never quite quiet, it's no wonder you keep rambling
Too many thoughts passing through and not enough room to think to have a filter
You know you twist things, twist words and people
It doesn't really matter if it's unintentional
Take your medicine to clear the static cloud
Take your medicine to bring the noise down
You keep making noise like it's all you know how to do
It's mostly nonsense at this point, you don't think anything through
Take your medicine, shut it down, shut UP
Take a step back, sit down, shut up
wren cole Jul 2016
I am Almost the one you love
I am Never quite enough
I am Almost just a friend
I am Never sure where to stand
You will Always have my heart
You will Never try again, restart
dear sky,
wren cole Jul 2016
tell me what i am to you
it doesn't have to be a song, though your voice is lovely
i'm afraid our song is sung and what's said and done is Done
and even though i can't look at you without my heart trying to escape my chest i still don't know
so tell me what i am to you
a lover, a friend, a parasite
just tell me where we stand
you call the shots, i'll bite the bullet
feel the bleeding from the inside
it's easier than the unknown
so tell me what i am to you
i need to know, i need to know
dear sky,
wren cole Jul 2016
Distance is physical,
Time is mearly a concept,
And our hearts are so much stronger
Than these silly things.
I can feel the powerlines
That connect us across the miles,
Energy surging through them
Just like you and me.
We are the brilliance of the stars concentrated.
We are stronger.
Power doesn't look like a real word what the ****
wren cole Jul 2016
Allow me to make a home for myself inside of your body
Somewhere in some cavity
Where I can be close to you and cozy
Let me latch on just tight enough
Let me memorize your voice
I do it without permission
From my host or from myself
This parasitic living
Will cause all of us hell
wren cole Jul 2016
I sit down to write you symphonies,
Write for hours on end.
You fill my thoughts endlessly,
So I write you books of poetry
And whole novels about my daydreams.
I sit down to spend hours sketching every detail of your face-
I have it memorized, it's true.
Then I shall sit and wait for an outcome
For an eternity. Or two.
Why do I get it in my head that if I pour my soul out for someone they will do the same? Nobody owes me anything.
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