| To The Skies... |
| poetry |
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| Lover love me endlessly like my sorrow isnt there hopeless staring constantly this worlds no fucking fair So many tears have left my eyes and it hasnt been a week hopefully, my pain will die so someday I can speak I can see myself at home crying in the grass staring up at the sky watching planes that pass Remembering every part of you as the purple clouds afar dance around for a little while and reveal to me the stars Suddenly you can see me they remind me of your eyes remember me, I'm waiting here talking to the skies |