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 Dec 2013 Vada Opalenik
Sebastian
You know those tears you get
When you can't stop laughing
Because you don't want to
And they just rest on your cheeks
Until you finish your laughter
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you watch a sad movie
And you feel like the characters are real
Even though they're not
And the tears just rest by your lips
Until the movie is over
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you say goodbye to a friend
And you don't want them to go
But they need to go
And the tears just rest on your chin
Quivering
Until the dust settles
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you walk down the aisle
And everything is perfect
When love is beautiful
And the tears just collect on your eyes
Until you need to blink
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you remember yesterday
And you wish it were alive again
But it isn’t
And the tears just fall to the ground
They soak into the Earth
And you can't wipe them away
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©Sebastian @http://hellopoetry.com/sebastian/
I don't know what it's like to burn.
To feel blazing fire in the chest,
or the skipped beat in my hearts rhythm.
I've never felt the flutter of a butterflies wings in my stomach,
the churning sensation that lovers so often describe.
I don't know the sadness of a goodbye.
I never understood the falling tear of departure,
never felt pain for being alone.

The fire of love is not dead in me,
my flame is just small and dim.
But you came in like a shooting star.
You exposed the dimness of my heart with a burst of light,
but my fire did not grow in yours.
My drop of fire drowned in your ocean of flames.
It suffocated yet again by the ever rising current of love.

I don't know what it's like to burn.
I've only ever known the sensation of drowning.
that day you almost got caught
for theft
you clasp my hand so tight
and we ran
and ran and ran and ran
until we're out of breath

but i think
what you've stolen that day
wasn't
the pretty music box for your little sister
but instead,
was my heart
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