Sometimes everything becomes a sometime
Why don't you still believe me when I tell you
Nothing needs remembering?
I used to speak in fairy-tales
Those gossamer-winged and dew-touched mornings
But you wouldn't believe in honeyed lips
And you never walked upon the breeze
And you'd never laughed with the reckless abandon
That makes horizons disappear
Why won't you let me look into your eyes
When, sighing, you look out upon the rain and
Nothing needs remembering
Were my words words to you?
To me, they were nothings, liquid nothings
Breaths becoming breezes
Smiles becoming crackled laughter
And everything, the light of another world
And still, you stare into the rain
Where silence softly used to sing
And I cannot say anything
For Nothing needs remembering
Why don't you still believe me when I tell you
Nothing needs remembering?
I used to speak in fairy-tales
Those gossamer-winged and dew-touched mornings
But you wouldn't believe in honeyed lips
And you never walked upon the breeze
And you'd never laughed with the reckless abandon
That makes horizons disappear
Why won't you let me look into your eyes
When, sighing, you look out upon the rain and
Nothing needs remembering
Were my words words to you?
To me, they were nothings, liquid nothings
Breaths becoming breezes
Smiles becoming crackled laughter
And everything, the light of another world
And still, you stare into the rain
Where silence softly used to sing
And I cannot say anything
For Nothing needs remembering
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- I am a 20 year old guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Mystical Agnostic Aesthete.
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Half-dead and half-alive, I found myself wandering through a dark wood, unknowing of where I was intended or a way out of those shadow-bent paths. Leaves fell to the rich earth as if in a shudder the veins that held them to t51 lines, September 7
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"What is love?" He said, looking deeply into the midnight pools of her eyes, with a smile of relaxation and content upon his face.
She kissed him one more time, passionatel -
The student couldn't help but stare at the smoke, creeping from the harlot's cigarette, which was grasped idly in her bright red-nailed fingers, next to the perfectly-shapen li
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and to at once walk a narrow path to multiple destinations, this is what it is to be conscious,
