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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They say this will all make sense one day He told me words of mind, words of worlds, with the sound so familiar, echoing that we are not alone I gazed, trying to find the hint, the rise. From the window i watched, looking on the inside of your world Such terror you see, and all i could find were perfect skies, reflecting what is out there But from your window, you knew these skies were hanging low Our time was endless. Your spirit was forever. Stuck to my heart, i never felt the hit. As i rose above, i never thought i'd fall. I never thought the ring worn so tightly around my finger would live on, as you passed by. Never, i would tell myself. I would never forget, or replace our laughs. The sound of our interrupting thoughts, clashing at one another like a runaway train against soft rain. We had lost our maps. We had lost all sight. All sanity. The storm arose, as i sat in bed breathing. My body aching, thoughts numbing my mind. When will i wake from being awake? Lying in a puddle, i search for the answers. I beg for solutions, while tumbling over faults of my own. Emotions tangled up inside of my stomach like a ball of rubber-bands Toxic to my health, they try to retrace the bonds but they don't know where to start. Nothing left but memories, All that's left is a four letter word. Hush.
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