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the sun's limping over to the ocean, kissing her goodnight;
whispering 'i love you'
like he's going to lose her,
and he's right-
she's leaving him.
he shuts his eyes,
his hands caught around her frail phalanges;
and she stares up at the stars
is this the right choice?
could we go another day?
and with the tides, she pulls away-
"goodbye,
i'm heading for the moon and the comets above;
tell me that you'll be okay,
please tell me that you'll last;
and i'm sorry.
i'm sorry."
-
the sky's a darker place,
but you make it feel like it's just beginning to blossom
like a groupie's eyes when she sees her favorite band member;
"farewell care;
hello regrets."
and there's something dauntingly,
drunkenly,
beautiful
about how venus pouts at me in d i s g u s t,
blending with the masquerade of clouds and
moons that she boasts about all the time.
-
nearly tumbling down the stairs,
i form an awkward smile;
i swear, i won't waste rose petals on that stupid game again.
fresh-baked muffins in hand, i struggle in moving my knees;
(i really don't want to trip; hold me)
but you do rush to my aid, letting me sit upon the bed whilst you make sure everything will be okay
(i'm a mess, just shoot me)
and you know that the injured deserve a second chance-
whether it be emotional or physical-
(i don't want to cause trouble: i'll do something around here for once)
but all i want to do is give something in return for what you've provided.
paper
and pens;
pencils and
watercolors;
sketches and unfinished masterpieces lay on the floor,
gifts that i never truly completed-
all dedicated towards you, of course-
and all i can do is kick them under the bed so that you won't notice;
"it's a surprise! i don't want to spoil it."
-
we are young and dumb,
promising (each other) that we won't do anything to damage
ourselves,
nor our (short-lived) purity;
making commitments that we're not allowed to break;
but hey,
you only live once.
-
swing from a rope and jump into the water.
i'll dive in after you.
whispering 'i love you'
like he's going to lose her,
and he's right-
she's leaving him.
he shuts his eyes,
his hands caught around her frail phalanges;
and she stares up at the stars
is this the right choice?
could we go another day?
and with the tides, she pulls away-
"goodbye,
i'm heading for the moon and the comets above;
tell me that you'll be okay,
please tell me that you'll last;
and i'm sorry.
i'm sorry."
-
the sky's a darker place,
but you make it feel like it's just beginning to blossom
like a groupie's eyes when she sees her favorite band member;
"farewell care;
hello regrets."
and there's something dauntingly,
drunkenly,
beautiful
about how venus pouts at me in d i s g u s t,
blending with the masquerade of clouds and
moons that she boasts about all the time.
-
nearly tumbling down the stairs,
i form an awkward smile;
i swear, i won't waste rose petals on that stupid game again.
fresh-baked muffins in hand, i struggle in moving my knees;
(i really don't want to trip; hold me)
but you do rush to my aid, letting me sit upon the bed whilst you make sure everything will be okay
(i'm a mess, just shoot me)
and you know that the injured deserve a second chance-
whether it be emotional or physical-
(i don't want to cause trouble: i'll do something around here for once)
but all i want to do is give something in return for what you've provided.
paper
and pens;
pencils and
watercolors;
sketches and unfinished masterpieces lay on the floor,
gifts that i never truly completed-
all dedicated towards you, of course-
and all i can do is kick them under the bed so that you won't notice;
"it's a surprise! i don't want to spoil it."
-
we are young and dumb,
promising (each other) that we won't do anything to damage
ourselves,
nor our (short-lived) purity;
making commitments that we're not allowed to break;
but hey,
you only live once.
-
swing from a rope and jump into the water.
i'll dive in after you.
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Don't know how this happened, but it's happy. I guess.
(I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING HAPPY)
It was gonna turn dark, but then I felt bad. I've been nice for the past few days, so I'm going to keep that & scare myself.
OH I JUST REMEMBERED-
I wrote the word 'and' out in this poem as an experimental thing. Does it make it easier to read/have a better flow?
Anyways, hope ya like it. c;
-Chell
(I'M NOT GOOD AT WRITING HAPPY)
It was gonna turn dark, but then I felt bad. I've been nice for the past few days, so I'm going to keep that & scare myself.
OH I JUST REMEMBERED-
I wrote the word 'and' out in this poem as an experimental thing. Does it make it easier to read/have a better flow?
Anyways, hope ya like it. c;
-Chell
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So amazing <3