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 Nov 2017 alona
roses are bed
Cycle
 Nov 2017 alona
roses are bed
I remembered in science class
We watched this video about the water cycle

They said something about rain
And how they were in those things called clouds
How over time they would cool down
And how they fall
Tiny drops plummeting to Earth
Conforming into shape wherever they ended up
In definite volume when in constant pressure and temperature
As they slowly become the makings of the oceans
Waves crushing, brushing over the shores, hiding what's below
Each wave a secret the ground could never know
But they gave it life and motion
Luscious colors, traces of red, blue, yellow
All combining into everything else, for everyone else
But they themselves only embraced what was around
Made to be see-through
But they never noticed
How in yourself you drowned

They played with you, toyed with you
Abused you, consumed you
Under the sun, broad day
In plain sight you slowly fade
But they never noticed
Until it was too late


Only then they called you, knew your name
Said something about the rain
About those clouds they didn't see
As guilty tears went down their cheeks
They call you now
But you can't speak

It's a cycle, they said
Something that never ends

Yet here I am longing



I remembered you in science class
If you believe that dreams come true,  
But sleep at night without a clue,
Of all the things, the ones undue,
Should make you fall, shall make you blue.
If a cupboard falls;
to the floor and breaks,
and all your precious
memories awake;
Then tells you how;
it's gone too late,
would you just accept;
all that and fade?
Days have passed,
hours have gone;
Spring came back,
so did the sun;
Then she appeared,
appeared to none;
He wished he tried,
but chose to run.

— The End —