Poetry
A Day To Run Away
Walking beneath a single moon
Wishing for hot stew and a spoon
Lingering at every step you take
You need to know what pains your ache
Lying down in the soft grass
Admiring the stars, urethral class
Hearing sweet words being spit
You are more and more full of it
And when the sun tints the sky of faint light
The sky turns blue and it is no longer night.
Aging:
Her feet feel numb
Her lips turn blue
Her eyes bloodshot
She feels unreal
The sorrow builds up
As she painfully withers away
Lying in her bed
Dreaming of the life
She could have lived.
“I’m Fine”:
Just breathe they say
Am I broken or just lost?
Feelings are my curse.
All I see is you:
Memories arise
I remember you clearly
Your ocean eyes, deep
Open my soul, the real me
Seeing me, like I see you.
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