I'm a lullaby
churning the sorrows of 1a.m.
in a forest of blame,
and the leaves whisk away
Like flashbacks to the dance
my foot slips to space
eyes train to fly,
up
up
and nowhere;
a home of the heart
never cuddling in hands,
friction dead on a sidewalk
the cracks,
never traced
as smiles stamp,
here.
I lack sensations
from matching the adorned
skipping daises,
and smelling the soon after sins;
for simplicity finds the stars
that never fall,
glue ocean's air
through pulverized shards
of my name.
as thoughts kiss goodnight
I'll hold the world,
to believe this knowledge
is just a different way of saying
hello,
I’m just not meant to be.
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