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She used to tell me the skies were beautiful.With not a single cloud in it and fluent shade of baby blue.In her mind, clear skies represented beauty.
As i watch you breathing
I look deep into your eyes
I try to read your face
For clues of any feeling
Pain or peace
I know your body is tired
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
All I ask is for you to
remember me,what I've done
and how I've made you feel.
I want to be worth the memories,
do the same.
~Jen~
The birds nest
mint, green foliage flutters
spring, life, growth
The birds fly
sun shines, storms blow
summer, heat, strength
The birds migrate
crisp, ochre leaves swirl to the ground
Lyrics so enchanting I tremble
Beat so good I shake it
My brain
My thoughts
Coincide
With my withdrawals
Especially if I have the withal
Or the guts
Or the truth
Or the tenacity
I use to sit alone in my dark room surrounded by clouds of dark thoughts
My life was so cold back then and I kept thinking I couldn't last too much further on
