Brighter Than Sunshine...
Under the high of day
Shadows fly across the wall
No matter if it rains
Something so sweet is bright
I don't know, what to offer you now
If all I am is broke and lonely
Shadows fly across the wall
No matter if it rains
Something so sweet is bright
I don't know, what to offer you now
If all I am is broke and lonely
post by BD
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So was it worth it? Where was the closure? The dark has fell. The knowing hoping and the hoping? Are we lost in it? The burst, the light emerges. Do you wonder about me? Now I gave that up, I let your light guide my trail so I would never be lost? How strange it is to sit with someone you love, and want to touch, and yet you don’t, and can’t. Is the Beloved Soul Mate a fantasy? What do you wonder about me? Is it the memories or the sacrifices that fill you? Are you still restlessly thinking to be beside dreamless sleep and hold out days of torment for a look that was love as you knew it? A year past being written as the wonderful spark, what am I? The old poems new, the new poems old. I had grown used to solitude, I had grown used to guiding myself, being the compass. What has your wisdom given you? How could I? For we have created beautiful shades and blended beautiful colours, colours that no other pairing could blend; we are as one, we do run in time. Am I a fit for the template? For all you beauty. Will I ever take the place? Do you not want to see a glow in the cloud? Do you still miss that, involved and not having? I listen to you, I always have - I let you relate to me and in no way has that process of producing link after link been hollow or doubtful in any way, the links are real the chain is strong. And if you asked me if I wanted to sit with you by the fire I'd say to you as I did, Till the night had become day and the flames where all but cinders...
Am I? Travelling? With only space for circles.
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