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there was a girl
with hair as long as the
distance between each
of her footsteps and eyes
the colour of rain
there could be a girl
with hair that reminds you
of her with pretty wrists
and purple veins
i don't usually rhyme but you
don't usually choose girls
by the tone of their voice and
i want it to stop, so i guess
i should too. you don't usually
choose girls by the way
they blush (she'd have cheeks
that'd blossom into wild roses),
but you do
i thought you'd marry the girl,
(the right girl), the one that'd
make you see everything in a
different light, as if she was
breathing out a different
part of the spectrum every
time she spoke
but apparently not -
i've seen the future, and i
know you'll marry the girl that
merely breathes out the same
shade of grey when she
compliments you on how you've
dressed today
(i promise you, that rhyme wasn't intentional)
i'll marry the man who doesn't
send me flowers in the rain
but rather whispers a new
word's definition in my
ear when i wake up
i'll tally up the rocks you skip
across the ocean if you
promise to make me let go
of your hand when the wind is
biting our faces and kicking up
sand into our eyes
i'm happy that you'll marry
the girl that makes you happy
the only reason i'm sad is that
neither one of us will ever
get to see the end of the
spectrum
Literature
Always
Alone upon the hill,
you stand.
Winters hand,
grips your limbs,
cold wind ripping,
at your core.
Just a shadow of yourself,
stands before the world.
But fear not,
soon winters hold,
will be burnt sunder.
Once more the light,
will fill your core.
Once more you shall bloom,
once more the beauty,
in you shall shine.
and know this,
alone you shall never stand,
for no matter were,
no matter what.
Be it light,
be it dark.
You shall always,
have a freind,
in me
Literature
Always, Never, Forever
The glass always shatters
I always fall through
I never say enough
You will never care
My heart will forever crave
But forever is never there
Literature
the end of an era
i will not be
staying behind in the city: asleep
to be blind, to not see the flames
licking the buildings in my mind.
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you move words wonderfully.