| When I was Lost Sometimes I miss that guy |
| stomach tight I can't really make out who it is in that dark in that uncomfortable sky blinking hard is it you behind these pregnant tears or am I only dreaming of the day you die? you tell me to smile but I find it hard to do you know in the summer my grin is shy from the heat and at night it's turned in, with the lights out afraind of the hurt it's made to greet when the sky explodes with the violence of dawn those giggling daisies bob against the drop you sigh with your junk-filled water lungs we both beg the sunshine to stop eventually it fades, its grip loosening my terror we are orange and grey and have nightly cries we're lost in the child's world of feverish tumbles we've lost something from within our lives is this the thing they talk about? is this that thing called love? or am I being cold and halfway met? "shut up" you say, and insert the warmed needle as you sing in your dying alphabet. |
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