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 Feb 2013 TinaMarie
Roberta Day
In my sleep, we walked
along the dampened street
under the moon's influential glow
We stopped and stared, analyzing each
other's  features we used to know

I did not care where we went
I only wanted my time spent with you,
doing what we never had the chance to do

I could feel the warmth from your skin
even after my eyes had opened
The corners of my mouth were curved
When I realized it was only a dream,
I sighed only one word: Why?
Well I am just going to sit back.
I am going to watch these planets collide.
Watch them shatter to glass.
Or come crashing down.
I will follow these star so far.
You'll never hear from me again.
Maybe in a century or so.
But not intell then.

I am staring through this glass.
And suddenly it all feels so real.
And am I just a figment in my head?
Or is this univers really so little.
And well on this shooting star, looking back at the scene.
The earth and the clouds and you staring back at me.

And I watch these planets crash.
Watch them crumble and fall.
I'll watch these stars burn and fade.
And let those suns explode.
And i'll be gone forever cause forever feels like home.
But everytime you watch for that shooting star.
Just remember you're not alone.
I have walked blindly
Far too long
Wishing for the impossible,
The undeserved
I was a lone bird
Flying through endless clouds
Oblivious to my surroundings,
My blessings

I never saw you,
My wingman
Pulling me to safety, familiarity
Until I was too tired to fly on
And you caught me in time,
Mending my heart with your
Tenderness
 Feb 2013 TinaMarie
DieingEmbers
I'm up but down
free falling
spiralling
out of
c
O
n
t
R
O
l
Tired and my meds know it lol best turn in
I am suspended in a time that is lost
in the laughter
flowing from my lips.
And no one ever told me,
there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground
and burning
from the memories I keep.  
Still, my Muse sings a lullaby
while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard
of my heart
and go up in smoke inside my head.
I can't control
a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink
where there's no risk
of living outside this time.  
I can feel dust gathering...
on my rhymes.
Copyright @2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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