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Olga Valerevna Nov 2015
"but where is my tomorrow," said the ticking of the time
this alternate reality is slipping through my mind
I cannot seem to focus and I never want to sleep
instead I lie awake beside the loneliness I keep
there's only so much human any person can embrace
before the roots of truth begin to spread across your face
I have not measured hours long enough to see them through
I'm changing at a pace I cannot possibly undo
wherever I am going and wherever I have been
create the kind of future I could never settle in
these feet have walked the deserts and the mire all the same
I would not even be without the dryness and the rain
long gone
sadhappyb Sep 2018
i did, i still do, and i will always do leave a space for you
whether a space inside a café, in the canteen seats, inside the cinema, in one of the bleachers, in a crowded room, or in one of the benches of the park we used to go
i will always leave a space for you
especially a space inside my heart, it would always remain for you
the scars roughly vanished yet you managed to still walk through
everyone has tried to steal the empty space but never did they know
that it was only meant for you
i reserve this space, I do
I wait for you
Even if I'm seeing you with someone new
I will still let this space untouched by anyone unless it would be you
:> halo im back
kiddoh Sep 2020
You are my A ngel
You are my B etterhalf
You are my C uore mio
You are my D arling
You are my E cstasy
You are my F uture
You are my G em
You are my H appiness
You are my I deal choice
You are my J oy
You are my K ing
You are my L ife line
You are my M iracle
You are my N utty
You are my O bsession
You are my P ossession
You are my Q uerida
You are my R ide or die
You are my S akura
You are my T reasure
You are my U niverse
You are my V ita mia
You are my W orld
You are my X ena
You are my Y ummy bear
You are my Z eus
All Star Game
feature the hunted
hide by the seated catch
wooded studded heros
working through the cap sized groove
march of the wooden script
launch to each heated scene
learn to read though,
filter tough flooded screen
long for shelter then to see
love for sale

watch the snow turn to hail
principle through the trees
crown in the intention to mount
search by the window
treat your neibor with care
built to content the offer
shine on the roof

solemn beat in catastrophe
fulfill it's want more need
sharpen through the Rosemary need
every body wants to give
mix a bow with your uture
furnish dust with Tommy boy
lest a word sealed below
the famed window pane left me insane
with each topic renewed
search from the wind
much to do with others
fly to the baseball
in one accord

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