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sky's on fire; awash with crimson and marigold a beautiful picture - from the window, inspiration strikes gathering pencil, paint and easel aiming to capture the sun the air is warm and still barefoot, she runs into the street; enraptured by the sky without thinking, onto the road without looking headlights - sound breaks the barrier - one moment, clear as glass a sunset, the world's requiem a street awash in crimson reflects the marigold sky the sun captured in blood the light fades, a silent song. |
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like a toy sailboat in an ocean storm, I turn and I toss upon currents of half- formed thoughts yet again, I succeed in making myself sick so here I lie, awake long into the night. insomnia snaps its fingers loudly before my closing eyes wide awake, I wish only that I could lie beside you as these long hours crawl past. |
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help me find the smile I've lost - I swear to God, it was here just a moment ago. tell me what's worth living for; tell me what's worth fighting for because the life that I thought I had is dancing out of reach and since I lost touch I don't know which way is up or where to turn. I'd write a letter but I'm afraid I might let on that the walls are closing in on me and my life. so tell me what's worth living for within this grave I've dug myself; remind me why I'm fighting to get away from here where do I belong? it's for you I know that this is for you and well worth it; but I can't remember where I was supposed to meet you hours ago. turn your light back on and help me find my way through. |