it's 5am
I can't fall back asleep.
into dreams that are just dreams,
I'll count the horizons in your eyes.
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the moon set against a backdrop of stars
only seen while the rest of the world's eyes are closed.
this is when I see things most clearly.
when the quiet has set it,
all the nothings that you hear, mean something.
while a writer is finding her words again, she lies in bed and wonders...
if times like these you think of her.
to dance when no one's watching isn't much to say.
to scream when no one can hear you isn't really screaming is it?
well goodbyes aren't goodbyes until you mean it.
I'm not sure that I'll ever be sure we've really said goodbye.
I begin again.
with new words.
and still you come across the page.
time bends while this world sleeps.
I want to bend it towards me.
but time won't give itself.
It comes and goes as it pleases, so I have no say in the matter.
dear poet...
words are just words.
until you string them along, jumble them around...and finally..
let them settle in.
no.
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loved this, so many spectular lines in this piece...
"it's 5am
I can't fall back asleep.
into dreams that are just dreams,
I'll count the horizons in your eyes."
and
"dear poet...
words are just words.
until you string them along, jumble them around...and finally..
let them settle in."
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love the back drop of stars
makes me imagine crap like im on acid
except without ruining my life
;D
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this was very different from the usual stuff i see from you.
but i still really liked it
"to dance when no one's watching isn't much to say.
to scream when no one can hear you isn't really screaming is it?
well goodbyes aren't goodbyes until you mean it.
I'm not sure that I'll ever be sure we've really said goodbye."
favorite part =)
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I'm glad you liked it baby, I feel likeI've lost all my words. ugh.
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