Here it is that final thought I have lingering and I cannot seem to mend the heart that is aching, no it’s crying, no it’s something else, something more cutting edge, something more delusional, so I cram every thought of those things you’ve mentioned years before and a few days ago. I trace back. Lovely as the day may feel, the camera won’t click, and the flash of it won’t heal what I’m trying to seek. Yes, I envy the very essence of stillness in you, so nothing else can ever seem to capture more beauty than what you can do. Ah, finally I can reveal the ugliness of the words from your fingers as I type away my heart and thus forgetting how I got there to where I stand.
And there I stood, lonely as the two birds trying to start a new journey and they hold they’re feathers tightly together like there is nothing else that can break us but everything does. So I can shout, and I shout.
Everything goes beyond my eyes. So I stop, but I can’t stop my own feet that click onto your chest.
I won’t prevail. Such a success won’t let me regret what I came to you for in the first place. Ah, let it be the rising of the sun or the moon whichever one you want. I’ll take them down for you, letting my hands bleed as it sucks away the life I have given them and in turn they smiled yet a frown glows back behind them. And there it was. My frown. As I pinch my cheeks to leave a glimpse of lie. Burn as they may for they do not belong. Not here, not where I am at, not where I breathe.
Kiss thy love. Nothing more.
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